XL Airways - A hidden French experience

Since our summer plans were disrupted due to my illness, our tickets for France changed and became too expensive. Poor Avril would be left in the kennel we decided, as our journey would be too short to stress her by traveling, and I was too ill to have her with me in the markets and restaurants. But I recalled an article I read about XL Airways and new flights in the US to Paris, from Vegas and SFO. I did not know this airline existed, but I did my usual research and found that it is about 16 years old, based in Paris, and provides seasonal flights from US to Paris in the summer, and then shifts toward Morocco and other spots in the winter. Miraculously, we were able to get two seats from JFK to Paris, at a fairly reasonable price given how late we were purchasing the tickets. We arrived at JFK to travel, the plane leaves at almost midnight. We had ordered a wheelchair for me. And it was quick to arrive as there are no seats in the terminal near the check-ins. Our only difficulty was a manager who insisted we check a bag we intended to carry on, which required an emergent re-arranging of its contents into other bags. Luckily, as always, I had thrown in my favorite pink Longchamp shopping/plage bag, and we loaded it with items we did not want to be checked in the bag. The manager was unhappy but we prevailed. The wheelchair service was a blessing as we zipped through a lengthy security line which normally would have taken at least on hour to clear. Although the plane was delayed by two hours, we boarded quickly once it arrived and was ready, and were on our way. Although the coach seats were narrow, the plane was clean, the staff all French and quite pleasant, and nearly all the passengers were French. The food was nothing special and there was one movie (quite old by about 8 years), and cartoons for the children, but we were able to sleep for several hours. Upon arrival, we were so pleased to find a wheelchair waiting for me just outside the plane doors, and a pleasant young man, who whisked me through customs, and once D. had our one check-in bag, was able to take me through the airport to the TGV station and the Sheraton. Although we had missed our train due to the plane delay, D. was able to get tickets rescheduled for the next train to Avignon, a three hour journey instead of 7 via auto. We slept more, and arrived at our destination without stress or worry, especially given my condition, it was a miracle.