Lucky enough to fly as pax in Air Atlantique G-AMPZ several times after having tried several times in 1980's and 90's to grab a pax ride in one in both Australia and NZ. Always remember an Air North DC3 looking lost amongst the 747's at Kingsford Smith when I first arrived in Australia in 1985 and one on poles at Tullamarine as I left.
My father spent many years flying them around Europe after the war and would always tell great tales of just how wet it was in the rain and how he would spend hours watching St Elmo's Fire racing round the windshield. Days when he had to either go around or through the Alps and/or Pyrennes depending on the weather. Even in those post war days when flying was not yet for the great unwashed he had troubles with passengers who had had too much alcoholic refreshment from the trolley. His solution. Climb higher and let the lack of oxygen take its effect. Worked like a treat.