McDo in Pertuis: wifi no pies. One of four bags arrived (each bag check is a trip to Marseille airport; the house in the village has no address so we have no confidence in delivery service, which would add another day delay anyway).
On bright side, the kids got a couple of hyper-French outfits at Okaidi, which is Jacadi's what, their bridge collection? Their Polo Sport? Lufthansa will be buying them, which is good because two changes of Gap-like clothes were 180 euros. Oohlala.
Also, the kids ear infection was no problem at all, she's almost through her antibiotic cycle. A great traveler. K2 meanwhile... Let's just say I'm sure she has other talents besides sleeping on planes. Fortunately for her, kids on planes are graded on a curve, and there was a Screaming italian family sitting across from us. If I had four boys under 6, I'd probably let them run wild too, so no judgments. Just explaining how K2 managed her B+ witth only 1.5 hours of transatlantic sleep.
I'll post pics soon of the vastly simplified solution to the somewhat over-anticipated Railings Of Doom. Bye.