Sunday evening: the boat is lovely: the S.S. Joie de Vivre. We’re a couple of miles north of the Eiffel Tower. I had planned on spending the afternoon walking around the city, but now I’m just waiting on a fresh set of clothes.
Still nothing by 5:30. I’m sitting by a window, staring at every car or van that pulls into the parking lot by the quay, and drinking champagne (so maybe not a total wreck of a day).
6:15 and the captain has just finished his speech and has gone above to take off – the courier has 15 minutes. (if, as British Air advises, the bag arrived at Charles de Gaulle by 3pm, how is possible that it’s not here?)
6:32 – we’re sailing. No suitcase. I have just texted our next 2 stops to BA. Here’s hoping.
Oh, and my stateroom had 2 toothbrushes. I am now the proud owner of at least a half a dozen toothbrushes.