You are not in Kansas (Provence) any more.
You get strict instructions from Clay about how to get from CDG to your hotel – and you’re told that under no circumstances can you puss out and take a taxi. Two trains and several turnstile adventures (you’re schlepping two suitcases), and an hour later, you emerge above-ground a few blocks from your hotel (the St. Vincent: http://www.hotelsaintvincentparis.com/ ) and Pamella, who got to town a day ahead of you. You walk to the St. Vincent: third floor, room 326, w/ view of a “courtyard.”
Pamella brought a couple of duty-free bottles of Maker’s, so you break one of them open and settle in. The lime scarf you bought in Venice looks great on her.
Evening: you walk the neighborhood a bit and she shows you the suit you have to buy. Dinner at an excellent Indian place three blocks away.