Charles de Gaulle Airport.
The day slowly erases the night. I am sitting in the departure lounge of Terminal 3, the poor cousin of impressive and cosmopolitan Terminals 1 and 2. I am feeling a little worried because I was told that I cannot take my four bottles of wine through on the plane in my hand luggage. I had to put them into my suitcase. I hope that I don't arrive in Montreal to a wine-drenched suitcase, my dirty underwear and lovely gifts ruined for the sake of a cheap (but good) drink.
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