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That's the spirit Ibram. Enjoy, you're going tourist class! I've briefly worked in France; but, never got to Paris. My time was spent in, around, and over the Normandy region. It all happened during multinational military exercises for me. I had the advantage of having attended the Defense Language Institute (Presidio of Monterey, CA) course in French and my language skills were marginally acceptable at the time: I even got "adopted" by a couple of families who were exploring American culture and took me home as a guinea pig. One farmer and his 6 year old son even brought me breakfast in bed (he brought a picnic basket out to the poncho hooch where my A Team was camped on his land). A French lieutenant I worked with brought myself and another team member home for dinner with the wife and kids. Somewhere during the exercise [strategic reconnaissance] I managed to jump (maybe I was pushed) out of enough French aircraft that their government awarded me the French Military Parachutist Badge. Except for the one time that the French Air Force put us out too low and too fast for a static line jump causing one team member to hit the side of the aircraft and lose some equipment, another team member to tear an inguinal ligament upon landing, and yet another team member to break a leg, we all had a really good time (afterwards, they were buying all the drinks!). I hope that your experience in tourist class will be as rich and diverse as mine was in working class. It probably couldn't be any worse.