To get home, we flew Paris-Dublin-Shannon-Boston. As you can imagine, flying on Thusday had some unexpected bumps.
Since we had left Paris early in the morning, we had no idea of what was happening in England, and so were stopped in line in Dublin with our carry-on canvas shopping bag with wrapped bottles of pistachio oil, lemon oil, wine, mustards, local cassis, etc.
All luggage (checked and carry-on) was hand searched at Dublin and Shannon (and checked luggage was again searched upon arrival at Logan), and carry-on luggage liquids of any sort were confiscated. As you have read, the lines and waits were horrendous. Everyone was good natured and calm, and the airline and security people were as efficient as they could be, given the situation.
Luckily, there was a very nice woman at Dublin who tagged our bag and promised to get it to the cargo area. Meanwhile, everyone's carry-ons were being thoroughly searched. A huge box was being filled with toothpaste, makeup, deodorant, water, drinks, you name it. Into the bin went our contact lens solution, water, a half bottle of wine for the flight, and a bottle of pistachio oil that had been packed in Larry's case to lighten the load in the other bag. I do hope someone enjoys that oil and wine.
(Our black humor for the day was joking about being trapped in a tin can for six hours with people without toothpaste and deodorant)
We really didn't have high hopes for retrieving unbroken bottles in Boston, since we had packed the canvas bag with an eye toward how we would treat it, not airline folks. Happily, the good people at Logan didn't send the bag through the baggage conveyer belt.
I ended the day with a Kir.