The view from my hotel room.  Supposedly the shape of the building suggests a banana, hence the name.  I guess that makes sense.

Actually, everything worked out.  Smooth trip to Zurich.  My bag showed up.  Quick train trip to Winterthur and a 5 minute walk to the hotel.

Hotel Banana City.  I’m not making this shit up.  The fascination that Europeans have for using English words knows no bounds.  It’s actually a very nice place and easily twice as large a room as I usually get when I stay over here.  Somebody screwed up.

Internet access is fast but oh so expensive.  I can never understand why Swiss hotels haven’t taken a clue from their North American cousins.  Charging for access on top of already high rates is not the way to win customer loyalty.  But hey, it works for them.

Everything is unpacked and I’m beat.  Probably going to get a few hours sleep and see if anything is open in the evening.  I’m not getting my hopes up.

Air France 353 was “supposed” to leave at 4:40pm.  Would you believe 5:30?  How about 5:45?

After waiting in line for de-icing, the flight crew noticed something wrong with a circuit breaker so it was back to the gate.  Much confering and scratching of heads until it was finally decided that we could take off with only 3 engines providing warmed air to the cabin.

The Captain said he would try to make up the time coming across the Atlantic but he fell just a little short.  Sailed into Charles De Gaulle airport and made the slow taxi in.  I missed my connection to Zurich by 10 minutes.  No problem, they booked me on the next flight – hopefully my bag will join me.

Sitting in the Air France lounge having an espresso.  Can’t afford the internet connection so these will be loaded in a group.

Just my luck, France banned smoking in public places starting last week.