En route to Paris, sort of

I know nobody will read this, but I will, and that matters. I will soon be--and by soon I mean in 10 hours--in Paris, but just for a fleeting moment as I wait for our connecting flight to Santorini.  And if I ever do make it to the other hemisphere, I promise to be a generous observer of Parisian airport habits, among other things. For now, I've satiated my appetite with a delicious pair of crab cakes (I highly recommend them) at Pappadeaux or however it's spelled, and will remain a lady in waiting until further notice.