Beginning with a challenge
20.06.2017 - 04.07.2017 60 °F
Our two weeks in Paris is drawing to an end, and I have to admit that Paris has made them a challenge. I love Paris; the city, the people, the food, the culture, but this time around Paris did not love us.
We arrived in 97 degree heat in a city, like San Francisco, that does not have air conditioning. That lasted four days, followed by a few days of wonderful weather, but then the rain and gray skies moved in and stayed. The weather is changing again, but only on the day we fly to Seville.
We did not let the weather deter us, however, and we pushed on with all our plans; visiting Montmartre the day after we arrived. On the metro on our way back to our apartment, a lovely two-bedroom unit in the Latin Quarter, someone grabbed hold of my foot. I was certainly surprised and made the strategic mistake of trying to shake him off. Meanwhile, his partner, whom I did not see, pick pocketed my wallet. We did not lose much in the way of actual value, but the resulting inconveniences and having to cancel and reestablish the credit cards has been an ongoing part of the two weeks in Paris.
Despite this beginning, our spirits were not dampened and we proceeded with our many plans to visit the sights and, as much as tourists can, live our lives as Parisians. I felt optimistic and then, just shy of a week here, I woke with a sore throat and began coughing. We were bound for Normandy that day, and while I did not walk along the beaches as much as I might, I remained fully committed to seeing where the Americans landed.
That night, I slept for 12 hours and did not do much the next day. On Wednesday, I pulled myself together to spend a wonderful day viewing Versailles with our delightful guide, Isabelle. I needed Thursday to recover from Wednesday's excursion and then Friday we were off to Musee D'Orsay.
Saturday, I thought I had finally turned the corner on this cold or flu or whatever it is, but at 6 p.m. that night, as we were getting ready for a concert at Sainte-Chapelle, my temperature spiked. Debbie and Chesirae were able to hear Mozart in the chapel, but I missed seeing how beautiful it is.
With less than two days left in Paris, I admit that the city has battered my enthusiasm. I will enjoy returning to Paris one day, but I will not be sad to leave it this time. I look forward to Spain and our friends joining us and to feeling well again.