Before heading off on a 2 week summer vacation , Sean very keenly took us all along to the Paris Airshow. I was keen, but must say, not so sure it was what I had imagined. I think I have seen better out at the Richmond RAAF back home. Perhaps I was just way out of my league, and all those exhibitors in all those exhibition halls that I totally ignored were really the most important part of the show, not the flying, which is all I went for. I also thought one would be able to climb on, into and around more, whereas it seemed mostly like we were not allowed to touch anything. So anyway, we braved the Saturday crowd with three children in tow, and walked the space making our way to the flying show part, and enjoyed what was on offer along with thousands of others. Towards the end however, everyone growing tired, and scared (the fighter planes are soooooo noisy), we headed back to the car before the end. Cutely for the boys, we could catch a little motorised train back to the makeshift carpark, a huge green space now filled with thousands of cars. I was feeling slightly disappointed at this point that I had missed seeing some kind of group air-o-batics, as that is what I had imagined seeing more of, we got off the train and started walking the grassy slopes back to our car. Suddenly the hugest thing seemed to be skimming over us, and we realised that we were now right under the flight path of the airplanes performing, the perfect view! Rolling above us was the Airbus 380, absolutely the hugest thing, can not believe it did not just fall out of the sky, but still such gracefulness. More jets whizzed past us, and finally we saw a fantastic display of acrobatic, smoking, planes, the Patrouille de France. Here in the carpark our view was clear and being on a hill felt so close to the planes, with green space for the kids to follow running in circles and no worries about crowds or loosing them in the chaos. To be honest, I can't believe we ever left the carpark to begin with.
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