On this day, I was actually quite miserable. We slept in late, which was good, but as we were getting ready to go out poddling again, to some fancy spots and do some shopping, my back went out. In a major bad way. Suddenly, I could not move. And it hurt so flippin' bad. My back goes out from time to time, and it usually lasts a couple of days. This time, it ended up hanging on more than two weeks, and not even three strong prescription painkillers from my GP made a dent in it. Oh my life. It was misery. But dammit, I was in Paris. And I was NOT going to sit in the flat and do nothing. So. Out I went. Just really, really slowly. And while I was moving, it was better. It was when I stopped that things got sticky. And starting again? I don't even want to think about it. Anyway.
Other than that, this was a lovely day. Poddling around. Buying famous French tea and macaroons. Being served coffee by Sulu. Just taking in the sun and sights. Come along, see for yourself...
This is the last photo I have from this day, so I think my back must have driven me home. I remember watching Ratatouille (because it's set in Paris, of course) with Kristianna one night... that might have been this night. I honestly don't remember... and I don't have my journal from then with me here. So... I'll just say we went home, and ate and drank and watched films and talked and laughed and slept eventually. Because that sounds good.
Ah, Paris... Ain't Got Nothing But Love, Babe... Eight Days a Week