AC7683 BOS YUL 1050 1202 CRJ 6F was AC7681 BOS YUL 0845 1008 Q30 My flight was cancelled, so AC put me on the next, which still gave me plenty of time to get lost at the airport before my next flight. I dutifully went through the empty connections lane, where the agent had nothing to do otherwise and jawed with me for an extended time about nothing in particular, then informing me that it was he who had to trek over to the door to let me out, but he couldn't do that for a while, so sit tight at the exit. The while turned out to be a quarter hour, during which time he must have checked every possible database for suspicious and criminal activity - I half expected to be accosted by swarms of surete accusing me of lese majeste against Trudeau or Levesque or somebody. Eventually he showed up and let me out; no big matter as the Maple Leaf wasn't going to be open for another two hours or so. I went for a wander that ended at a sign saying no passing beyond this point, so I stopped and parked at an empty gate. There was a wi-fi signal, and an e-mail appeared from lili: "oooh, sandwiches just walked by." For a little lady who doesn't eat, she certainly is governed by her stomach. She was at the domestic lounge and said that I should be able to conquer all obstacles and meet her there. So back I went to find that the no passing sign had gone, and there was unimpeded passage back to the domestic area, albeit through a construction area. lili was not hard to find, and the club was an okay place to sit a couple hours, though I arrived just as the heartier lunch offerings (chili, for example) were being cleared away. Reentry into the international area was easy. Last year there had been a guard checking boarding passes: this year, nothing. LX 87 YUL ZRH 1655 0620 343 5DG As before, boarding was more of a Quebecois scrum than a model of Swiss order. We had thrones in the middle, which lili prefers to the window-aisle combination, my choice. She got her preference on three of four flights. Lunch, a tribute to the Valais, was a salty but gamy and tasty Bundnerfleisch, followed by Walliser Geschnetzeltes, sliced veal in a mushroom cream sauce, pretty good, with rice that resembled Uncle Ben's, not so good. Dessert, a so-called Valaisian rye bread mousse, seemed to me just plain bizarre. We were kept in a pleasantly muzzy state by the same wines on all four flights as long as we chose to stay awake. Champagne Duval-Leroy nv was the usual lemony thing, but at one point on the first flight, being bored with it, I tried the Swiss white on offer: Les Terrasses Dorees 12 (Jean-Rene Germanier) is mostly Chasselas and was a bit acidy and Sauvignonish to my taste, so I quit after one glass and returned to the Champagne. The reds were Cornalin Montibeux 12 (Rouvinez), a lightish cherry-plum fruity thing that put me in mind of Pinot Noir, only not so nice; and Ch. Villa Belair 10, a Graves from J.-M. Cazes, so it ought to be good, only it was seriously mediocre. lili mostly stuck with this; in deference to the nationality of the flights, I drank mostly the Cornalin, killing the aftertaste with Remy Martin VSOP. Service was perhaps more attentive than one would expect on a redeye, but either way would have been okay. We landed on time.