Finally on the ground and time zone corrected in Paris

One last Harpoon IPA at Logan before boarding Air France direct to Paris on 30-09-09.  747 with less leg room than the back seat of a VW bug.  At least beer and wine are complimentary on the flight.  64 degree Heineken is the only choice... can you say skunk? I opt for the red wine in place of the questionable salmon meal provided.  Long night crowded with snifflers and sneezers.  Hit the ground at 6:30 Paris time (6 hour difference) and in 3 more hours I am at Pita's apartment.