We’ll never grow tired of beauty

The alarm clock rings early. It’s just after four, a time when even the cock refuses to think about starting to crow. There’s no avoiding the 7.10 flight from Malpensa. Pierre arrives on time and we head straight for the airport. The weather is mild, and we realize this shortly after taking off, when we’re over the Alps. There’s no denying it, we’ll never grow tired of beauty. It would be a nasty sign if we failed to be amazed by such size. This magnificent and surprising sight is repeated over Greenland, when there is still four hours of flying time to go. This endless land of glaciers is the vital heritage of all of humanity.
It’s a long way from Paris to Chicago, but what with a chat here and a chat there, and reading documents, time flies.
On arriving, Chicago is bathed in sun, with a skyline presenting a variety of faces and colors. The river characterizes part of the city, and our hotel, the Monaco, awaits us … French and Brazilian colleagues arrive with us.
And we find ourselves immediately taken up by the frenzy of the trip.

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