I had not been on an Air France flight in over 40 years since my first trip to Europe in 1968.  The only other flight I had been on prior to that was a ‘prop’ plane destined for Michigan to perform as a baton twirler with our high school band for a half time show at the University.  This flight was quite another matter that involved traversing the Atlantic Ocean,  some turbulent air, and a queasy stomach that necessitated the flight attendants ushering me to the front of the cabin where they administered a spoonful of creme de menthe poured over a cube of sugar.  Can you imagine that happening today?  I am happy to report that the current flight, on the upper deck of a 747-400 was a much smoother affair, and that the flight crew was just as lovely and accommodating (no sugar cube required).