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Stuck in Paris


Roissy en France is a pretty and prosperous traditional French village 13 miles from the center of Paris and 3 miles or so from Charles de Gaulle Airport.  What are we doing here tonight at Hotel  Campanile  in Roissy?


We got up early this morning to catch our flight from Madrid to Newark via Paris.  You can imagine how sad it was for Rebecca, Rachel and I to leave Megan by herself in the hotel room in Madrid to find her way back to her host family home in Tres Cantos today, but we did, grateful for the four days we got to spend together in the city. (Thank goodness for global phones these days to stay in touch).


After boarding the plane, the the flight was delayed, and we missed our connection in Paris by 10 minutes.   AirFrance put us up overnight at a nearby hotel with meal vouchers for dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.  So here we are at an airport hotel discussing whether to take a metro into the city to dine on the Left Bank, or stay in our relatively warm rooms.  We decided to enjoy a surprisingly delicious French meal in the Hotel  Restaurant and walk into the small village of Roissy.



Though cold and dark, we enjoyed our walk through the village. Almost everything was closed, but we noted that Roissy has an old church and cemetary, town square, mini casino, lovely park with lots of rabbits running around, 13 resturants, an essential French Bakery, and even a cultural center with fabulous outdoor aireo photographs capturing French scenic beauty.











If international travel requires occasional overnight delays, its not that bad to be stuck near Paris.


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