I flew to New York yesterday (apartment hunting). As I was boarding the plane, I looked down at my ticket and saw "Pont Superieur" (Upper Deck) written on the card. Hmm. After I handed my card to the pretty Air France ladies, with their carefully knotted blue scarves and hairdos, I climbed some stairs and walked down the plank to the plane. The plane looked inordinately large. Like really big. It was. I was beaming as I approached the door because I knew I had just won an important competition without even knowing I had entered: the "who will fly in the A380 first" competition. Xavier was going to be so jealous.
So, on the plane there was all sorts of room, which was pretty logical considering that there are about 600 seats in total. I was on the plane's second flight. People were all taking photos and chitter-chattering about how exciting this voyage was. The plane took off in almost silence. I give it to Airbus, bravo. This was a huge, muted monster.
At some point, I glanced over to my left and saw, first, a gent making frantic gestures in a notebook and then saw him request a glass of water from the stewardess and finally he pulled out a paint set. Watercoloring it up. He was documenting this flight in paint.
His name is Cyril Bordier and rather than creating photo albums of his voyages, he paints his voyages into books. If you love the idea, he claims to have many more:cyrilbordier@gmail.com
There were even folks on the plane who were simply there to fly on it, not to get somewhere.
When we landed, I took a video of the screen in front of me. The plane was like a new car that makes a concerning lack of noise. You are not sure the engines are still on.
This is probably my nerdiest entry ever and it is all your fault, Xavier.
