Days 4 and 5: Plumbing the Depths.
It seemed that my faith was futile.
The next 2 days brought more of the same. I persisted in commuting and conducting the training in my black socks and sandals, apologising profusely for presenting a spectacle that could have had the fashion police locking me up and throwing away the key. (I am just grateful that nobody could see the image in the mirror that confronted me every night when I climbed into bed!)
Yet nobody seemed to care. Apart from the hotel, customer service was non-existent and nobody I expected to help appeared the least bit concerned. Another call to Air France on Day 4 elicited a sense of irritation and a request to please leave matters until the next day, when they would see what could be done. Meanwhile the hotel staff also kept pursuing the matter with baggage claims and greeted us at the end of the day with a sad shake of their heads as we walked through the door.