The international concourse in Atlanta is a delight to be in, frequently with a pianist and I believe with a tiny Adoration chapel in a corner of the airport chapel. That is somewhere even if it’s not in the international concourse.
The domestic terminal that serves the southeast is a bleak single lane of the kind of in-air offerings Ed d…
The international concourse in Atlanta is a delight to be in, frequently with a pianist and I believe with a tiny Adoration chapel in a corner of the airport chapel. That is somewhere even if it’s not in the international concourse.
The domestic terminal that serves the southeast is a bleak single lane of the kind of in-air offerings Ed described. It’s less miserable than anywhere in the Houston airport, but it’s not great. Compared to international, it’s clear Americans have gotten the airport concourse that mirrors our cities.
The international concourse in Atlanta is a delight to be in, frequently with a pianist and I believe with a tiny Adoration chapel in a corner of the airport chapel. That is somewhere even if it’s not in the international concourse.
The domestic terminal that serves the southeast is a bleak single lane of the kind of in-air offerings Ed described. It’s less miserable than anywhere in the Houston airport, but it’s not great. Compared to international, it’s clear Americans have gotten the airport concourse that mirrors our cities.