@travelwithnoon: For twenty five years, you could land in New York two hours before you left Paris. Air France Concorde left Paris at 10:30 in the morning and was on the ground at JFK at 8:20. Same morning. Twice the speed of sound. The cabin was almost comically small. A sixteen inch aisle. Windows the size of a passport. No screens, nothing to watch. But the window beside your seat was warm to the touch, because the skin outside hit two hundred and forty degrees, and the aircraft stretched by as much as ten inches in flight. Around 2000, Air France handed the menu to Alain Ducasse, who held three Michelin stars in two countries. He flew it himself to taste it, and his verdict, reported in the Wall Street Journal, was that the foie gras was overdone and there was not enough salt. So he rebuilt it. Lobster, truffled scrambled eggs, vintage champagne, at thirteen hundred miles an hour. A round trip cost eight thousand euros. The regulars knew the crew by name. On one flight John Denver got out a guitar and the whole cabin sang Country Roads. Then in 2003 it stopped. The planes went to museums, and everything else went to auction. A captain's seat sold for thirty thousand pounds. A nose cone for over half a million dollars. The fastest crossing ever flown was two hours and fifty two minutes, New York to London. That exact aircraft is parked on a pier in Manhattan today, going nowhere. Share this with the friend who complains about a six hour flight, and follow Noon Travel for the untold stories behind the world's most iconic places. #Concorde #AirFrance #AviationHistory #JetAge #travelhistory

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