Monday - a tour in a little citroen

This morning I went looking for somewhere open at 7.15 that would serve me some eggs and vegetables. Silly move. Eventually I got an omelette and salad. The first streets I walked through were very busy with delivery trucks, some huge manoeuvring into tiny spaces. The next streets were very quite, hmm, I thought - not such a good idea. A man was walking toward me, I deliberately avoided eye contact, as you should in foreign empty streets. He called out to me asking  a question, - did I know where there was an open boulangerie - in French. I understood, and was able to give him directions to where I had been the previous day, also all in French. Not hard, but harder when you are not prepared.

Later in the morning, courtesy of some Air France  loyalty points that were about to expire, I was picked up, as arranged , by a driver  in his little yellow Citroen for a 90 minute tour. It was great and although I thought I had on enough layers, because the hood was down, by the end I was frozen.  Not helpful when I am trying to get rid of a cold, cough and earache. We went around mainly south bank arrondissements and lots of the main sights. He talked all the time, except when I was asking a question.

I went to a nearby local bistro that had been recommended in the 'cheap and cheerful' category. It was both. I was wedged in - only a few inches between my shoulder and my neighbour.  Roast beef in a sauce and a baked potato. On the way back, I went to a shop to buy some nespresso pods .The machine in the apartment makes quite nice coffee. I thought I would follow my nose home.  Not such a good idea with a blocked nose. I started off in the right direction, but I was not centrating and somehow ended up going in the wrong direction. Never mind. I smiled.