Air France HOP to Paris
Wow, and I thought DIA was way out of town. OSL is a long way from downtown.
The first hint of wonderful Air France La Première experience came as we approached the Sky Priority lane at check-in, when an agent greeted us with "Mr. and Mrs. SFO777, we've been waiting for you". No, we didn't have a name tag but since there was only one other Business Class passenger on the flight, it seemed like a pretty safe assumption. Next, the check-in agent asked if we would like to be escorted thru security and to the lounge. Wow. We thanked her but declined after she told us that there was indeed Fast Track security.
Indeed there was and not another person in line.
Pleasant concourse with the usual array of duty free shops.
And the enticing bin full of travel size Jaeger. Yikes, keep that away from the Mrs. who turns into a completely different creature after a glass of that stuff. 
To the elevator to the lounge level.
Star Alliance to the right, everyone else to the left and the contract OSL lounge.
Pleasant but typically boring European Business Class Lounge.
At around T-40, we headed down to the concourse and our gate.
Oslo-Paris
Air France HOP 1775
E90
12:45P-3:05P
September 17, 2015
Business Class
Seats 1AC
After the handicapped and families with kids were boarded, the GA called Business Class and Sky Priority. At the end of the jet bridge, one of the agents asked Mrs. SFO and I to come forward, roping off the other Business Class pax and other Sky Priority members. As we boarded, I overhead the agent tell the flight attendant "Ils sont La Première"... not that it did any good once he left. We stored our bags and took our seats, and then he let the other pax board. 
As usual, Euro Business Class is nothing but a coach seat. But unlike Lufthansa's E90, Air France doesn't block any seats. On LH, you get two seats to yourself. AF? Nope. At least with only one row of Business Class, there was plenty of leg room. And then there was the service. Apparently, the FA didn't bother to check the manifest and had newspapers on our seats. When I told her about it, she apologized and move them to the other side, only to have the guy in 1D have the same problem.
After take-off, at least she closed the galley curtain.
And handed out lunch, or rather a very light lunch. Then disappeared into the economy cabin for the next 30 minutes, not even bothering to check in. Indeed, I played FA and took our empty trays and that of the other C pax to the galley.
And a selfie of sorts of the economy cabin. And yet another evil eye.
