Talk about a holiday day from the pits ... woke up this morning and there's no way I could even consider putting shoes on my feet. It's bad enough thinking about it let alone actually doing it. I could hardly bear to put my feet on the ground and put any weight on them.
Not a happy lady - I'm in Paris, in springtime on a glorious sunny day - and I'm not going to be able to go out of the hotel. Getting sun on these blisters (some of which are like huge blood blisters) would be a dire thing to do, not to mention I have a picturesque path of huge red swollen blotches running from just above my right eye, down my cheek at hairline and on down and across the front of my neck. Not something you want to be seen in the street with.
Must admit I felt a bit like having a good cry - I'm hopeful that tomorrow may see a bit of a change though or at least some improvement, so I settled down in the hotel room.
And in true form - the internet is again not working, so it was reading, and dozing for the day.
Did get out in my sandals to get a delicious Italian lunch just around the corner, but even then, I was in pain walking the short way back to the hotel - damn.
Got my clothes back though - all washed - including a cardigan that will never be quite the same again - but I at least have clean clothes.
Internet working once more later in the day, so here I play. Cheops and I will discuss in the morning what to do for the day tomorrow, as she'd kindly offered to drive me to at least SEE the sights, even if I can't spend the hours I'd like to walking around them.
Seems I wore her feet out anyway yesterday with the trip to the Branly :)
Wednesday, April 21
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