The international terminal at O'Hare has absolutely no food for sale. Only lots and lots of duty-free alcohol. Not very many seats, either, but we were too excited to mind sitting on the floor.
The flight was awesome. Air France gives you free booze the entire time.
We were too excited to sleep.
And then we got to Paris, were scooped up from Charles de Gaulle by my aunt and uncle, rushed to a boulangerie, and whisked to their apartment. Here is their gorgeous view. I want to go back right now, please.