Frenchies just LOVE French speaking Americans. We start talking in French with one of the Air France flight attendants - really cool guy who ended up taking care of us the whole flight. When he found out we were newly married, he gave us a nice bottle of champagne. At one point during a particularly good conversation, he asked us to follow him to the front of the plane. For a second I thought we had scored some left over business class seats. No such luck.
As usual, the sleep afforded by a wall leaning window seat beat out the easy access of an aisle seat. I taught Dania my the acrobatics needed to jump over a sleeping person (or two) using the arm rests. It’s always funny to see the people’s expressions behind me.
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