After all of our months of planning, we’ve arrived in Nice! Despite the potential issues due to the whole government shutdown, it was a really unenventful flight. We flew Air France, directly from Phoenix to Paris. For so long there were no direct flights – but now there are 5 per week!
We took advantage of an amazing sale that was offered to Flying Blue members – super cheap economy premium seats. I have to say it was well worth the price to upgrade – the seats are wider, they recline more, there’s free champagne, and you’re in a much smaller section of the plane (only about 24 passengers). I can’t complain at all about the seating, the food, the entertainment, etc.


Something I haven’t seen before on the entertainment console – you can watch the view from the tail or from under the plane. On take-off and landing, you can see the landing gear go up/come down and the ground approach…theoretically.


I say theoretically, because when we landed, it was completely foggy in Paris – we couldn’t see anything but the wing of the plane, and we couldn’t even see the gateway until we were right there.

We got to Paris, went through security and immigration, and voilà…we were in France. I had been a bit worried about the new entry system, since I’d heard that it could be a bit of a wait. Well, it wasn’t even in use when we came in – just a bored border guy. I got my passport stamped, just like the old days. We waited for our flight to Nice – delayed for about 20 minutes because of the earlier fog – and arrived only about 15 minutes late.
The most wonderful thing happened at the Nice airport – our bags arrived, both of them! When we last came to France (2023) a breakdown of the baggage handling system in Amsterdam meant that nobody had checked baggage upon arrival. Zbyszek’s bag arrived and was delivered to us eventually (2 weeks into a 3-week trip) and mine didn’t arrive until 2 weeks after we returned home to Arizona! While this meant we got to go on a completely reimbursed shopping trip in France, it also meant that our entire trip was spent somewhat focused on where the bags were (easy answer – sitting at the Bordeaux airport, never moving) and when/if they were going to catch up to us at some point.





































































































































