The taxi was late. So we (yes, my occasional traveling companion is along for this ride) had to chase the bus for Chicago. There was fog. And rain. And thunder. The flight out to Paris is delayed. So we will miss our flight to Warsaw.
On the other hand:
Chicago weather is not as wretched. Free champagne is always nice. A longer layover at Charles de Gaulle means time for croissants and a cappuccino.
Travel is for the hearty. Or for those with hearty appetites.
The next three days are in Warsaw. I’ll write once we get there.