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Added for You - SS Norway Is Being Sold for Scrap - A Report on What a Cruise Was Like on the Legendary Vessel
Reliably integrating important electronic and paper documents received by fax such as invoices, expense reports, purchase orders, employment applications, claims and legal contracts into the daily business workflow is a common challenge. These documents are critical to many revenue related business processes and yet they are commonly misplaced, lost or misfiled in a never-ending row of filing cabinets.In addition, the reproduction of these paper documents decrease productivity and increase daily soft costs such as manual labor burden, fax retransmission, paper, toner, and printer wear and tear.Incorporating bar code faxing into an organization will improve the business document workflow and mission critical data access to the following departments in your organization:Human Resource DepartmentsAccounts PayableAccounts ReceivablesSalesMarketingLegal DepartmentsProductionManufacturingBar code faxing will also help eliminate the need to purchase or develop special forms applications and processing procedures, minimize lost documents and help with any eDocument initiatives your organization may have.What is bar code faxing?Bar code faxing is a computer based fax methodology in which commonly faxed documents are given bar codes for identification, routing, metadata and indexing pur
A few days out at sea the staff began to put up Christmas trees, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some ornaments. In the spirit of the holidays, the video channel featured classic holiday films as well as period movies, big band performances, and interviews with old well-known big band stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it's different out here. There's no pressure. Our first port stop was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is divided in two, half Dutch and half French.) The Dutch port, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other side is Marigot, with some seaside French cafes. In between there is the beach at Mullet Bay with lots of rock formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is duty-free shopping on both sides, with merchandise ranging from inexpensive t-shirts to expensive jewelry and French and Caribbean designer clothing. Several shore excursions were offered. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing sailboat that had raced in the America's Cup. In the afternoon we wandered along from shop to shop in the sun with calypso music in the background, then stopped for a cool drink on a restaurant patio alon
I am writing this article while anticipating the sixth weekend in a row of snow in Denver, CO. I cannot help but think of the cold (it is currently in the high 20's outside). And there are times when your feet (or your hands) are just bone deep cold, and it seems nothing short of a hot bath will warm them up. Unfortunately, baths are not always convenient, so here is an easy way to get similar results in just a few easy steps.The first thing you need is a massage glove. I am referring to the soft, silicone type that you can put lotion on (this type is especially nice since you can just toss it in the washing machine later and let it air dry -- no mess). The second thing you need is a reusable heat pack. The one I am familiar with is called a Heart Massager. It is a plastic gel pack shaped like a heart. It is small, portable, and gets really hot on demand. Inside the gel is a little metal disk that initiates a chemical reaction when pinched. This chemical reaction causes the gel to crystallize and puts off heat. That little heart can get up to 129 degrees and feels wonderful. The final thing you need is lotion. I highly recommend something close to a cream to really moisturize your skin.Once you have your tools together, go ahead and activate your heart heat pack. Knead it a little to soften it up. Turn your massage glove inside out (you want the massaging side o
Sailing on the Norway turned out to be a trip back in time. She was built in 1960 as the famous SS France, more than 1,000 feet long, a 110 foot beam, and with about 2,000 passengers and a crew of 900 who come from all over the world.
You felt the grand tradition as soon as you boarded. The Norway still maintained a style and graciousness reminiscent of earlier cruising. The ship has been refurbished several times, but the art deco murals, hand-laid tile mosaics, polished teak rails, and the nautical antiques from cruises bygone have carefully been preserved, and as you walked the long promenade deck you felt like you were cruising somewhere back in time. As you dined, you knew you were dining where famous stars had dined, and you look at the murals and original art works knowing they were there in those early days when others before you sat in this room, viewed those same murals, and engaged in the same kind of lively conversations with others as you're doing now. Later that evening, you half expect Cary Grant, elegant in his tuxedo, to stroll down the deck and lean nonchalantly next to you on the rail.
It takes a while to find your way around. The Norway is 10 blocks long and 12 decks high. There is an International Deck lined with sidewalk cafes and boutiques; on the Olympic Deck is the fitness center with glass walls so you can exercise while gazing out at the sea; on a lower deck you come upon a decadent Roman Spa that offers massages, aromatherapy, body wraps, saunas, steam rooms, and an indoor pool for water exercise. On various decks are two pools, a jogging track, seven bars, six entertainment lounges, one grand ballroom, a cabaret, a large casino, disco, an ice-cream parlor, library, piano bar, and a theater for first run and old classic films. If you need them, there is a hairdresser, laundry, dry cleaner, masseuse, and medical facilities.
The Norway has 1,039 staterooms, each with individually controlled air-conditioning, private bath with shower, TV, radio and phone. Some suites have a separate living room and bedroom in addition to a master bedroom. Most penthouse suites have private balconies. One evening we were invited to a party in the owner's suite. It was spectacular, with a wrap-around balcony, living room, bedroom, dressing room and jacuzzi. Our host -- a former police officer from Illinois who had won a major lottery of many millions and was celebrating. We had a less spectacular small cabin with a porthole.
Biggest job every day -- choosing from among the things to do. There were Broadway shows, exercise classes, dance instruction, basketball, golf driving and putting, paddleball, ping pong, shuffleboard, skeet shooting, snorkeling classes and excursions, volleyball, fashion shows, wine-tasting, art auctions, lectures, a tea for grandparents, a mixer for singles, and a champagne party for honeymooners. There weren't many kids aboard this cruise, but usually there was a youth program with a children's playroom, kids and teenager activities, and special shore excursions. How can anybody ever say they would be bored on a cruise?
We left Miami late in the afternoon and the activities started immediately. Some passengers immediately headed for the casino, waiting for it to open when we got outside the legal miles. The casino was set up for blackjack, craps, roulette, baccarat, 200 slot machines and a few new games I hadn't heard of. I was happy on deck, listening to the music, snacking off the welcome-aboard buffet, and watching the shoreline disappear astern.
I' was already glad I had made this decision. I felt like a different person. The holiday rush on land doesn't apply here. I watched the waves break alongside the ship and the wake trail behind. The air was fresh. Holiday fatigue? -- poof. The only traffic jam here would be the first people in line waiting to enter the dining room to dig in to another meal. The only decisions would be whether to shop on board, in port, or both, or play golf or tennis, go swimming at some tranquil tropical beach or work hard at deep-sea fishing. And tonight I would have to decide whether to have the conch fritters or shrimp, or fresh baked bread or blueberry muffins, or stuffed Cornish hen or grilled swordfish, or coconut meringue pie or that 'death-by-chocolate' dessert. Or a little of each. And I never would have to look for a parking space!
By the first night we were meeting people, and serious dancing had already begun. I have never seen so many people in one place who enjoyed dancing so much and who knew so much about jazz and big band music. You could wander from ballroom to ballroom, and in between on the International Deck you could sit and talk to the passengers reminiscing and comparing memories as they listened to a complimentary 24-hour CD jukebox stocked with choice selections of years of jazz and big band recordings.
Four bands were playing this week, alternating two each night: the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra conducted by Buddy Morrow, Si Zentner and his Orchestra, the Bob Crosby Orchestra conducted by Ed Metz Jr, and the Harry James Orchestra conducted by Art Depew. And every night in the Cafe Internationale, which turned out to be my favorite place, was the band whose drummer used to play the background music for the old Fred Astaire movies. He still played the old familiar brush drum arrangements for 'Stepping Out with My Baby' and 'Top Hat and Tails'. I met the six gentlemen dance hosts in their navy blazers and white slacks and danced my first dances.
A few days out at sea the staff began to put up Christmas trees, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some ornaments. In the spirit of the holidays, the video channel featured classic holiday films as well as period movies, big band performances, and interviews with old well-known big band stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it's different out here. There's no pressure. Our first port stop was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is divided in two, half Dutch and half French.) The Dutch port, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other side is Marigot, with some seaside French cafes. In between there is the beach at Mullet Bay with lots of rock formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is duty-free shopping on both sides, with merchandise ranging from inexpensive t-shirts to expensive jewelry and French and Caribbean designer clothing. Several shore excursions were offered. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing sailboat that had raced in the America's Cup. In the afternoon we wandered along from shop to shop in the sun with calypso music in the background, then stopped for a cool drink on a restaurant patio along
Why type design mattersWhenever you make or arrange a physical object in a particular way, you are 'designing' it. Whether you are deciding the length of a bracket to support a bookshelf or arranging a vase of flowers, you are practicing design. If the shelf falls down or the flowers look a mess you clearly aren't designing very well you need to refer to some established principles to help you get it right.The same goes for the design of text.No matter how much, or how fast, technology changes, the human eye and habits of perception do not. Over a period of 425 years, practices have been established which are intended to help the reader to receive the message off the page as quickly and directly as possible. Of course there have been changes in fashion from time to time but these are, by nature, ephemeral and do not alter the underlying principles which are concerned with legibility and readability.One quality about type that you are likely to be aware of is the suitability of a particular typeface for a particular job. A long legal document set in a small sans serif might seem inappropriate and difficult to read. A cover design in a self-effacing classical type is unlikely to do the job required of it.Whether or not a document is easy to read or achieves what you want, is as likely to depend as much on the layout and the use of space as on the typeface. I
It takes a while to find your way around. The Norway is 10 blocks long and 12 decks high. There is an International Deck lined with sidewalk cafes and boutiques; on the Olympic Deck is the fitness center with glass walls so you can exercise while gazing out at the sea; on a lower deck you come upon a decadent Roman Spa that offers massages, aromatherapy, body wraps, saunas, steam rooms, and an indoor pool for water exercise. On various decks are two pools, a jogging track, seven bars, six entertainment lounges, one grand ballroom, a cabaret, a large casino, disco, an ice-cream parlor, library, piano bar, and a theater for first run and old classic films. If you need them, there is a hairdresser, laundry, dry cleaner, masseuse, and medical facilities.
The Norway has 1,039 staterooms, each with individually controlled air-conditioning, private bath with shower, TV, radio and phone. Some suites have a separate living room and bedroom in addition to a master bedroom. Most penthouse suites have private balconies. One evening we were invited to a party in the owner's suite. It was spectacular, with a wrap-around balcony, living room, bedroom, dressing room and jacuzzi. Our host -- a former police officer from Illinois who had won a major lottery of many millions and was celebrating. We had a less spectacular small cabin with a porthole.
Biggest job every day -- choosing from among the things to do. There were Broadway shows, exercise classes, dance instruction, basketball, golf driving and putting, paddleball, ping pong, shuffleboard, skeet shooting, snorkeling classes and excursions, volleyball, fashion shows, wine-tasting, art auctions, lectures, a tea for grandparents, a mixer for singles, and a champagne party for honeymooners. There weren't many kids aboard this cruise, but usually there was a youth program with a children's playroom, kids and teenager activities, and special shore excursions. How can anybody ever say they would be bored on a cruise?
We left Miami late in the afternoon and the activities started immediately. Some passengers immediately headed for the casino, waiting for it to open when we got outside the legal miles. The casino was set up for blackjack, craps, roulette, baccarat, 200 slot machines and a few new games I hadn't heard of. I was happy on deck, listening to the music, snacking off the welcome-aboard buffet, and watching the shoreline disappear astern.
I' was already glad I had made this decision. I felt like a different person. The holiday rush on land doesn't apply here. I watched the waves break alongside the ship and the wake trail behind. The air was fresh. Holiday fatigue? -- poof. The only traffic jam here would be the first people in line waiting to enter the dining room to dig in to another meal. The only decisions would be whether to shop on board, in port, or both, or play golf or tennis, go swimming at some tranquil tropical beach or work hard at deep-sea fishing. And tonight I would have to decide whether to have the conch fritters or shrimp, or fresh baked bread or blueberry muffins, or stuffed Cornish hen or grilled swordfish, or coconut meringue pie or that 'death-by-chocolate' dessert. Or a little of each. And I never would have to look for a parking space!
By the first night we were meeting people, and serious dancing had already begun. I have never seen so many people in one place who enjoyed dancing so much and who knew so much about jazz and big band music. You could wander from ballroom to ballroom, and in between on the International Deck you could sit and talk to the passengers reminiscing and comparing memories as they listened to a complimentary 24-hour CD jukebox stocked with choice selections of years of jazz and big band recordings.
Four bands were playing this week, alternating two each night: the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra conducted by Buddy Morrow, Si Zentner and his Orchestra, the Bob Crosby Orchestra conducted by Ed Metz Jr, and the Harry James Orchestra conducted by Art Depew. And every night in the Cafe Internationale, which turned out to be my favorite place, was the band whose drummer used to play the background music for the old Fred Astaire movies. He still played the old familiar brush drum arrangements for 'Stepping Out with My Baby' and 'Top Hat and Tails'. I met the six gentlemen dance hosts in their navy blazers and white slacks and danced my first dances.
A few days out at sea the staff began to put up Christmas trees, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some ornaments. In the spirit of the holidays, the video channel featured classic holiday films as well as period movies, big band performances, and interviews with old well-known big band stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it's different out here. There's no pressure. Our first port stop was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is divided in two, half Dutch and half French.) The Dutch port, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other side is Marigot, with some seaside French cafes. In between there is the beach at Mullet Bay with lots of rock formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is duty-free shopping on both sides, with merchandise ranging from inexpensive t-shirts to expensive jewelry and French and Caribbean designer clothing. Several shore excursions were offered. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing sailboat that had raced in the America's Cup. In the afternoon we wandered along from shop to shop in the sun with calypso music in the background, then stopped for a cool drink on a restaurant patio alon
Over the past few years, research has continued to prove the benefits of e-mail marketing for business: low costs, high conversion rates and detailed tracking are all notable features. But e-mail marketing is becoming much more than just a tool for spammers and e-businesses. Consumers are becoming increasingly savvy on the differences between spam and permission-based emails, and more and more of them are accepting permission-based e-mail marketing as a positive replacement for direct mail.The best news is that the majority of people who receive permission-based e-mails open, on average, 78% of them.Jupiter Research reports effective email marketing campaigns can produce nine times the revenues and 18 times the profits of broadcast mailings. But crafting an effective business email is both an art and a science. Here is a list of factors, potential problems and effective solutions to keep in mind:1. Spam! Spam! Spam! I don't need any Viagra! The average consumer receives more than 300 emails a week, 62% of which are spam. No wonder there's such hostility towards the industry. But spam filters, bulk folders and "report spam" features are helping consumers become more at ease about the perils of spam. While 89% of users cited spam as a major concern in 2003, that number dropped to 85% in 2004, proportionally to an increase in the use of spam-fighting too
Biggest job every day -- choosing from among the things to do. There were Broadway shows, exercise classes, dance instruction, basketball, golf driving and putting, paddleball, ping pong, shuffleboard, skeet shooting, snorkeling classes and excursions, volleyball, fashion shows, wine-tasting, art auctions, lectures, a tea for grandparents, a mixer for singles, and a champagne party for honeymooners. There weren't many kids aboard this cruise, but usually there was a youth program with a children's playroom, kids and teenager activities, and special shore excursions. How can anybody ever say they would be bored on a cruise?
We left Miami late in the afternoon and the activities started immediately. Some passengers immediately headed for the casino, waiting for it to open when we got outside the legal miles. The casino was set up for blackjack, craps, roulette, baccarat, 200 slot machines and a few new games I hadn't heard of. I was happy on deck, listening to the music, snacking off the welcome-aboard buffet, and watching the shoreline disappear astern.
I' was already glad I had made this decision. I felt like a different person. The holiday rush on land doesn't apply here. I watched the waves break alongside the ship and the wake trail behind. The air was fresh. Holiday fatigue? -- poof. The only traffic jam here would be the first people in line waiting to enter the dining room to dig in to another meal. The only decisions would be whether to shop on board, in port, or both, or play golf or tennis, go swimming at some tranquil tropical beach or work hard at deep-sea fishing. And tonight I would have to decide whether to have the conch fritters or shrimp, or fresh baked bread or blueberry muffins, or stuffed Cornish hen or grilled swordfish, or coconut meringue pie or that 'death-by-chocolate' dessert. Or a little of each. And I never would have to look for a parking space!
By the first night we were meeting people, and serious dancing had already begun. I have never seen so many people in one place who enjoyed dancing so much and who knew so much about jazz and big band music. You could wander from ballroom to ballroom, and in between on the International Deck you could sit and talk to the passengers reminiscing and comparing memories as they listened to a complimentary 24-hour CD jukebox stocked with choice selections of years of jazz and big band recordings.
Four bands were playing this week, alternating two each night: the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra conducted by Buddy Morrow, Si Zentner and his Orchestra, the Bob Crosby Orchestra conducted by Ed Metz Jr, and the Harry James Orchestra conducted by Art Depew. And every night in the Cafe Internationale, which turned out to be my favorite place, was the band whose drummer used to play the background music for the old Fred Astaire movies. He still played the old familiar brush drum arrangements for 'Stepping Out with My Baby' and 'Top Hat and Tails'. I met the six gentlemen dance hosts in their navy blazers and white slacks and danced my first dances.
A few days out at sea the staff began to put up Christmas trees, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some ornaments. In the spirit of the holidays, the video channel featured classic holiday films as well as period movies, big band performances, and interviews with old well-known big band stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it's different out here. There's no pressure. Our first port stop was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is divided in two, half Dutch and half French.) The Dutch port, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other side is Marigot, with some seaside French cafes. In between there is the beach at Mullet Bay with lots of rock formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is duty-free shopping on both sides, with merchandise ranging from inexpensive t-shirts to expensive jewelry and French and Caribbean designer clothing. Several shore excursions were offered. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing sailboat that had raced in the America's Cup. In the afternoon we wandered along from shop to shop in the sun with calypso music in the background, then stopped for a cool drink on a restaurant patio alon
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By the first night we were meeting people, and serious dancing had already begun. I have never seen so many people in one place who enjoyed dancing so much and who knew so much about jazz and big band music. You could wander from ballroom to ballroom, and in between on the International Deck you could sit and talk to the passengers reminiscing and comparing memories as they listened to a complimentary 24-hour CD jukebox stocked with choice selections of years of jazz and big band recordings.
Four bands were playing this week, alternating two each night: the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra conducted by Buddy Morrow, Si Zentner and his Orchestra, the Bob Crosby Orchestra conducted by Ed Metz Jr, and the Harry James Orchestra conducted by Art Depew. And every night in the Cafe Internationale, which turned out to be my favorite place, was the band whose drummer used to play the background music for the old Fred Astaire movies. He still played the old familiar brush drum arrangements for 'Stepping Out with My Baby' and 'Top Hat and Tails'. I met the six gentlemen dance hosts in their navy blazers and white slacks and danced my first dances.
A few days out at sea the staff began to put up Christmas trees, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some ornaments. In the spirit of the holidays, the video channel featured classic holiday films as well as period movies, big band performances, and interviews with old well-known big band stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it's different out here. There's no pressure. Our first port stop was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is divided in two, half Dutch and half French.) The Dutch port, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other side is Marigot, with some seaside French cafes. In between there is the beach at Mullet Bay with lots of rock formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is duty-free shopping on both sides, with merchandise ranging from inexpensive t-shirts to expensive jewelry and French and Caribbean designer clothing. Several shore excursions were offered. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing sailboat that had raced in the America's Cup. In the afternoon we wandered along from shop to shop in the sun with calypso music in the background, then stopped for a cool drink on a restaurant patio alon
Have you ever wondered what challenges are faced by other webmasters and owners in the design and promotion of their websites, well I certainly have and so I decided to try and find out.I created a short survey which asked the following questions:1. How long have you been running a website?2. What challenges do you face right now with the DESIGN of your website?3. What challenges do you face right now with the PROMOTION of your website?4. What challenges do you think you’ll face with your web business over the next 12 months?5. What is your Number ONE single biggest problem in running your web business?6. What is your 2ND single biggest problem in running your web business?7. How experienced do you consider yourself with all the areas of WEB DESIGN?8. How experienced do you consider yourself with the PROMOTION of a web site?For most questions respondents were asked to choose their answers from a list and could select as many answers as they thought applied to them.In answer to Q1. How long have they been running a website?27% answered less than 6 months. 18% said 6 to 12 months. 18% said 1 to 2 years. 37% had more than 2 years experience.To answer Q2. What challenges do they face right now with the DESIGN of their website, respondents were given 36 possible answers to choose from.
A few days out at sea the staff began to put up Christmas trees, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some ornaments. In the spirit of the holidays, the video channel featured classic holiday films as well as period movies, big band performances, and interviews with old well-known big band stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it's different out here. There's no pressure. Our first port stop was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is divided in two, half Dutch and half French.) The Dutch port, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other side is Marigot, with some seaside French cafes. In between there is the beach at Mullet Bay with lots of rock formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is duty-free shopping on both sides, with merchandise ranging from inexpensive t-shirts to expensive jewelry and French and Caribbean designer clothing. Several shore excursions were offered. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing sailboat that had raced in the America's Cup. In the afternoon we wandered along from shop to shop in the sun with calypso music in the background, then stopped for a cool drink on a restaurant patio along the ocean, and thought about the people shopping in the crowds back home.
Next stop was St. John, the U.S. Virgin Island that is a protected national park. There are empty beaches there and some excellent hiking trails. We chose sailing again, while others chose beaching, sightseeing around the island by safari bus, or went on one of several snorkel/scuba dives. Our sailboat took us over to St. Thomas, where we caught up with the ship. Most of the people went into town to do some duty-free shopping so their Christmas shopping would be done when they got home. Others headed for Magen's Bay, most popular beach in the area. Another group went snorkeling at the protected reefs of Buck Island, where feeding fish by hand underwater is a highlight, and others viewed coral and sea life on the Atlantis submarine. We were back on board in plenty of time for a rest and a shower before dinner, and more big band music and dancing.
I have three wonderful memories from the second formal night. One was the group of musicians sitting around the CD juke box, playing the old stuff and reminiscing. "That's Major Holley on bass, with Slam Stewart, one of those wonderful times they played together." "Who's the drummer?" "Sounds like Oliver Jackson." "Right. Remember the night ..." I just sat and listened, grinning, happy to be part of it. The second memory was the scene at 1 a.m. in the main ballroom. Some of the older people were asleep sitting on the side banquettes, too tired to dance anymore, but too stubborn to leave the good music.
It was after 2 a.m. when I started back to my stateroom, taking my usual walk past the CD juke box to get a breath of sea air before turning in. The reminiscing musicians were gone, but one elderly couple were there, slim and tiny in their formal clothes, with their arms around each other, lost in memories, dancing to an old Tommy Dorsey tune. I had tears in my eyes as I walked back to my cabin.
The next day was beach day on a little island in the Bahamas -- Great Stirrup Cay. I used to live in the Bahamas on one of the outislands, so it was wonderful to get back to transparent turquoise Bahamian waters. I walked the beach, and remembered my five years living in the islands.
At the end of seven days, the ship was sparkling with decorations, ready for the Christmas and New Year's Cruise. They were already totally booked. But, I thought, I can sign up for next year. But time got away and now she will sail no more.
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HISTORY OF THE S.S. NORWAY
The Norway was christened the S.S. France in 1960. Length: 1,035 feet, that longest passenger ship then ever built. Along with Cunard's Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth, she was one of the grand luxury ships regularly crossing the Atlantic Ocean.
But jet planes came along, and were quicker and cheaper, passenger traffic became unprofitable, and sailings were stopped in 1974. The France languished for several years in the port of Le Havre until pioneer of the cruise industry Knut U. Kloster, bought her for $18 million for his Norwegian Caribbean Line (today known as Norwegian Cruise Line) and renamed her the S.S. Norway. Over the next 10 months some 2,000 workers renovated the ship at the cost of $100 million.
She began her new life in the Caribbean, sailing her first seven-day Caribbean cruise June 1, l980 from Miami, her new home port, with an international crew of 800 from some 40 nations. In 1990 she once more returned to the shipyard, this time for a $40 million refurbishment, including a 6,000 square foot Roman Spa with pampering fitness, health and beauty programs and two glass-enclosed decks of luxury cabins, including two with floor-to-ceiling windows, wraparound balconies, and jacuzzis with ocean view. In 1993 the ship had a $23 million refurbishing and renovation of the 5,000 square foot casino to a mirrored, etched and stained glass Art Deco theme reminiscent of the ship's legendary past.
Her future was unknown for a long time, but now she is headed to be scrap.
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