This morning, we walked along the Seine and had breakfast in a sidewalk cafe off of the Champs-Élysées.
It was about 8:30am, still a 'cool' 73 or 74˚F after the previous day's high 90s weather.
We left Paris at 2:10pm. Can you find Waldo? Or in this case the Eiffel Tower?
Three hours later we'd landed in Reykjavik, Iceland, where it was a brisk 53˚F (12˚C) And hour or so later we were leaving Iceland.
And soon Greenland was below us.
A while later we were flying over the sea ice in the Beaufort Sea over far northern Canada.
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The sea ice was right up against the land. Look closely below and you can see a pretty massive and sharp cliff.
Based on the inflight route mapper and World Maps, I'm guessing this was Banks Island
A little while later, we were flying over the Yukon River.
And then past Denali, though the plane's computer map still called it Mt. McKinley.
We landed in Anchorage a little over ten hours after leaving Paris, and that included a change of planes in Reykjavik.
And although I'd been reading reports of rain and cold, when we walked over to the Thai Kitchen for dinner it was bright, sunny, and a warm 72 or 73˚F.
While this isn't as amazing as the Star Trek transporter, I'm sure Captain Cook would have had difficulty believing someone could go this far this fast. Paris is still part of my reality, but I know it will fade soon.