I used to fly in and out of there a lot the early eighties.
I got propositioned once by a (very pretty) BA stewardess who was on an overnight. I made my excuses and left, as they used to say in the News of the World (apparently) and my driver took me home to Grenoble.
That’s me on the left with my pal Capitaine Haddock 
I still have the plus-fours.