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Paris to Las Vegas just got easier with Air France’s new nonstop route

By Mark Reif Oct 25, 2025 8:00 AM

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This week, Air France made an exciting announcement, adding a nonstop trip between Paris and Las Vegas to its summer schedule. From April 15, the airline will offer thrice-weekly flights between Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG) and Harry Reid International Airport (LAS) aboard a state-of-the-art Airbus A350-900.

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The new route flies on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Flight AF56 departs CDG at 1:40 p.m. and touches down at LAS at 3:35 p.m. (local time). In the other direction, flight AF57 takes off from LAS at 5:50 p.m. and lands at CDG at 1:05 p.m. the following day (local time). Las Vegas will be Air France’s 19th U.S. destination and its 26th in North America.

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Nicolas Henin, General Manager, North America at Air France-KLM, said: “We are thrilled to announce our 19th destination, a new nonstop service between Las Vegas and Paris, expanding Air France’s presence in the United States. This exciting new route will connect travelers from Las Vegas and the greater Southwest to Paris and our extensive global network across Europe and beyond. We look forward to welcoming our customers aboard our state-of-the-art Airbus A350 and offering them the exceptional elegance, comfort, and service that define the Air France experience.”

Steve Hill, President and CEO, Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority (LVCVA), added: “Welcoming Air France to Las Vegas is a proud moment for our city. Linking Las Vegas with Paris and Charles de Gaulle marks a significant milestone in strengthening our global reach. This new route not only makes it easier for travelers from France and across Europe to experience the energy and excitement of Las Vegas but also reflects the shared global appeal that unite our two world-class destinations.”

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