You may have guessed that I successfully arrived in Paris for the Paralympic Games. My flight was reasonably smooth, but I think that’s because I’ve done this a time or two.
Air travel requires me to consider several things: how to move through airports independently, safely transfer from my wheelchair into my airplane seat, the safety of my mobility equipment as checked luggage, and the lack of accessible toilets on planes. On top of that, I’m also just a person, so I have to figure out what I’ll listen to and watch over a long haul of more than 15 hours! By the way, I highly recommend the podcast If Books Could Kill.
When I arrived, I met my driver. He pushed me and my luggage to his European “minivan.” I always feel relieved when there is someone with a welcoming smile to help at the end of a long journey. My wheelchair went in by a rear-loading ramp and was secured with four straps.
After a quick stop at the hotel, we made our way to my first fencing event at Le Grand Palais. The venue was truly unique and special. Built in 1900 for the World Exhibition, it features a glass-domed ceiling and stone pillars, making it worthy of the term Palais. When I arrived, the venue was filled to capacity; fencing was one of the most popular sports at the Paralympic Games. I was directed to my accessible seat right beside the action. The fencers let out a celebratory roar with each point scored. The crowd joined in, their cheers shaking the stands. For a wheelchair fencing fan, this was awesome! The best in the world competing in my sport, only meters away.
Eating is one of the highlights of Paris. For dinners, we chose traditional French bistros. At one favorite, we were welcomed warmly at the door, and I was assisted over a small single step. After starting with baguette and French butter (it’s mandatory), we dug into steak frites and duck confit. All around us was an electric buzz, conversations in many languages, fast-moving servers, and the clink of wine glasses. Somehow, we found room for dessert. Trust me, the chocolate mousse will change your life.
Join me for the final installment of my Paris Paralympic adventure—coming next!
