Well, eventually we had all gained membership to the famous "Mile High Club", first started by a British nurse and pilot about 1912 or so, and all fell asleep. The stewardess woke us just before landing, and welcomed us to France! Imagine my surprise! The 'Cirque' was on tour from it's usual Canadian home. So much for me and my assumptions. Oops.

Fortunately Mobius contacted people he knew in the French government, former customers, no doubt, and took care of little details like currency to spend, visas, lack of French drivers' licenses, lack of immunizations, etc. Good old Mobius. A good guy to work with.

Well, to make a long story short, we met a few more of the ladies who came on later flights at the hotel. A wonderful dinner prepared by the hotel's 'Cordon Bleu' trained chef, nine courses of perfection. We completed the meal with some vintage brandy, some Chambord raspberry liqueur, and a perfect Viennese Torte. We got aboard a chartered bus, which took us to the performance.

Our group was overwhelmed at the skill and beauty of the performers. And the ladies were watching the guys in tights. Surprisingly closely. As ladies do.

Some hours of entertainment later, we returned to the hotel to catch some sleep, as the flight back was scheduled for 9:55 the next morning. The spacious suite we had reserved for us contained a wonderful, huge super king bed, carpet you sunk into to your knees. All the ladies who had not joined us on the way here got to sleep in the bed, I curled up in the deep pile in front of the fire with the other ladies... purely to keep warm, of course.

Mobius' LearJet was running and ready when we climbed aboard, we were just fastening belts as the craft spread wings and aimed at Mars.

A seemingly brisk flight home to a spotless dungeon. Fantastic memories of a wonderful treat. Next time it's Moebus' turn.