Day Seventeen

We lump our luggage over to the Air France bus terminal at the Champ du Mars. The AF bus has these incredibly tiny seats but we survive the trip to Orly, only to get off at the wrong terminal - we bail at Orly Ouest, but American's at Orly Sud. Orly Ouest is an unbelievable zoo, and I'm not in a very good mood by the time we thrash our way onto the Orlyval shuttle to Orly Sud. The flight back was uneventful by the (pitiful) standards of Modern Air Travel.