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After an uneventful and short flight (seriously, the 7 hours from JFK to CDG seem like nothing compared to the 10 hours from Houston), here I am in Paris in the Mothership of all Air France Airport Lounges. It has plush green velvet cubicles and actual showers with clean towels and Clarins products. Of course I used one, and now I’m sitting here working, about to have a second cappuccino before the jet lag kicks in.
