08/06/2025
Sunday May 18: Departing Paris for home! We awoke to a clear morning with the moon still high in the sky. Within the hour, we watched as the clouds drifted through La Tour Eiffel from our balcony. It was time to zip up our suitcases for the last time, (mine missing one wheel now), and head to the airport for home. We had added a little extra time due to our previous airport debacles.
Our Uber, a sleek black Tesla with a cool-see through roof, arrived within 3 minutes, and we were off to the airport. Or so we thought…
After a few turns, our driver, who didn’t speak English, kept having to make direction changes as roads were closed. Street after street after street of outbound one-way streets towards the airport were CLOSED. He turned left, right, u-turned, j-turned, circled, cursing and exclaiming under his breath - and finally out loud. Other cars were doing the same. We knew we were going in circles, as we kept seeing the same buildings!
Finally at a big roundabout, an official of some sort was diverting traffic. Our driver stopped and asked him “What was going on?”
It was a MARATHON - AND a VINTAGE CAR “Rallye des Princesses” on the same morning! We pulled up next to one of the princess rally cars, number 87, a cool 1977 Ferrari driven by Margaux and Laura Bodard, and I got a great shot of the driver giving us an intense stare. https://www.peterauto.fr/en/events/rallye-des-princesses-richard-mille/
We thought we were going to miss our flight! He finally ended up one street away from where we started, and angrily muttered “Macron” as we passed that street. I guess the president’s road closures had affected him too!
Anyway, our 35-minute drive turned into almost one-and-a-half hours!
I had used my Google translate dictation app to tell him our flight departure time, terminal, etc., and as he pulled into the airport departure lanes, the traffic was backed up and crawling along. He swiftly dodged down the arrivals ramp, parked and got us unloaded, locked the car and waved us to follow him inside. He showed us the elevator, and told us to go up to departures, and “Bon voyage”! I told him Bonne chance (good luck” for his deliveries the rest of the day, and we raced to make it through security, and to our gate just in time.
Whew! What a dramatic end to our 18-day trip to Italy, Croatia and France!!