Greg had researched dinner options including the French equivalent of door dash for McDonald’s and KFC. We are within walking distance to the airport but the Charles de Gaulle airport consists of numerous terminals separate trams to each one. We are in a transportation sort type of terminal with extremely limited options.

Greg saw that there was a Pret A Manger so we decided to eat there.

Greg also saw a cat running up ahead that I had missed.

There was a grocery store that sold sandwiches. I said I can eat that and Linda said we have no idea how old they are. My response was “I have low standards.” Guess what…we all had low standards for dinner.

Grocery store dinner it is!

I wanted one of everything but forgot I literally had no money or no card and that Carey was buying dinner. I utilized some self control for maybe the first time on this trip.

On our walk back we saw the cats again, only they weren’t cats. They were giant rats running everywhere. Needless to say we didn’t stick around looking for the green parakeets.

As has become our routine with every meal we did a cheers followed by tapping the glass on the table before we drink.

The airport looks pretty even at night. Love the lights in the French colors.