You can't fathom

The glories of hustling to Charles de Gaulle airport early in the morning, a clear shot up the highway, as motorcycles split lanes and you’re riding in the back of a van at 90 miles an hour. You marvel at the serene smoothness of the highway surface. The lights whizzing by in the median. The tiny cars zooming by. The absence of drivers gabbing away on their phones.

 

France is a marvel.