By Thursday afternoon, I was sick as a dog. Chills, fever, coughing. A sinus infection -- I diagnosed myself.
The minute we arrived at the B&B on Ile St. Louis, and returned the rental car to Europcar, and walked the two miles home, I climbed to the seventh floor apartment and went straight to bed.
The boys and Earl went out to dinner, bringing me back vegetable soup, but everyone went to bed at a pretty early hour.
This morning, I was determined to feel better for the boys' last full day of vacation.
I dosed myself with medication and walked out for coffee and pastries.
I had two things on my list for today, find an Aveda and buy chocolates for the boys to take home. Anything else they wanted to do was up to them.
They weren't exactly thrilled with my search for an Aveda store, but I figured I'd better find it while I'm in a big city.
Afterwards, we decided to sit down and have a glass of wine. We hadn't had morning wine before, although we'd seen plenty of French people doing it.
|A forced photo in front of the Seine|
|My starter, asparagus wrapped in ham.|
|Notre Dame in the background|
What else should you take home from France but chocolates and wine.
Then we walked back to our B&B on Ile St. Louis and snores filled the apartment during our afternoon nap.
We're hitting the streets again to admire the beauty of Paris on a sunny day.