One of my favorite hotels is the Sheraton nestled into the middle of Paris' Charles De Gaulle airport. I overnighted there on my way back to L.A. from Berlin this past week-end. From my hotel window at dusk, I could watch the tarmac and active runways and satisfy my ever-present sense of wonder.
Being in transit is such a beguiling state of being ~ neither here nor there ~ but still somewhere, and almost home...
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