So, I finally got around to passing through Roland Garros Airport the other day. Been meaning to check it out, you know, see what the fuss was about, or if there was any fuss at all.
Getting there was pretty standard. Flight was okay, nothing special to write home about. Landing was smooth, which is always a plus. Stepped off the plane and bam, the air hit me. That specific island air, you know? A bit humid, warm. You immediately know you’re somewhere different.
First Steps Inside
Walked off the tarmac, which felt a bit old school, into the terminal building. First impression? It felt… manageable. Not overwhelmingly huge like some of those massive international hubs where you need a map and a compass just to find the bathroom. It looked reasonably clean, decent lighting.
Had to go through the usual passport check. The queue wasn’t too bad, actually. Moved along steadily. The officers there seemed pretty chill, just doing their job, no drama. Got my stamp, moved on.
Waiting Around and Looking
Next stop, baggage claim. This is where things usually slow down, right? Found the carousel for my flight. It took a little while, gotta be honest. Stood there watching the empty belt go round and round for what felt like longer than it should have. Saw a few familiar faces from the flight doing the same thing. We all had that same look, you know, the “where’s my bag?” look.
While waiting, I had a look around. It’s not a massive place. Definitely has that island airport vibe. Saw a couple of shops, the usual stuff – snacks, drinks, some souvenirs. Nothing really jumped out at me. There was a small cafe area, looked standard enough. Didn’t seem overly crowded, which was nice.
- Signage was okay, mostly clear enough to figure out where to go.
- Didn’t notice loads of seating everywhere, but found a spot eventually.
- The overall atmosphere was pretty relaxed, not frantic.
Finally, the bags started rolling out. Grabbed mine, thankfully it made it in one piece. Headed towards the exit.
Getting Out
Walked through customs, just a quick pass-through, nobody stopped me. Then out into the arrivals hall. It was a bit busier here, people meeting family, taxi drivers holding signs. Standard airport scene.
Needed to get a ride. Looked for the taxi stand. Found it easily enough just outside the main doors. There was a short line, but it moved quickly. Hopped in a cab, told the driver where I was going, and off we went. Leaving the airport area was straightforward, no crazy traffic jams right at the exit.
So yeah, that was my trip through Roland Garros Airport. It did the job. Got me in, got my bag, got me out without too much hassle. It’s not fancy, it’s not huge, but it worked. Felt like a functional, practical airport for the place it serves. No major complaints, but nothing super memorable either. Just another step on the journey, really.
