I can't resist a little P.S. I decided to take the train (RER B) to the airport, instead of the taxi-Air France bus combo, despite the impressive size of my luggage (confession). (A big difference in cost!) It meant a long uphill walk to the train and negotiating flights of stairs, hauling the suitcases on and off the train (which is NOT level with the platform), etc. I just counted and 7 different people came to my assistance, unasked, at different points of the journey. I love the French. They are so aware and so kind and social. Had a lovely conversation with one of my rescuers, a really nice young man from Provence, all the way to the airport station.
Just ate more food at the buffet next door than I have eaten all month. I had a longing for potatoes and there they were. One more French breakfast tomorrow and then I am truly done.