I am trying out something new today. I am writing on my blog using my tablet with an attached keyboard. This blog was actually the reason for the keyboard, but it has come in handy for emails and other things that require typing.
I am also starting this post while away from home. I am currently getting prepped to have my 4th chemotherapy.
Hi! I am wearing my Esprit shirt that I got in Paris.
And some pictures of my poisons. The red syringe is Adriamycin. The nurse pushes that in manually to make sure my blood return is good. This ensures that an IV needle hasn’t moved. I am using my port, so the needle moving is a moot point, but it is policy and I am fine with my nurses making sure the poison is going where it is supposed to go.
The top IV bag is filled with Cytotoxen. This bag will take at least an hour to empty. The bottom bag is saline.
Now on to the more fun stuff. Our visit to The Arch of Triumph.
May 24, 2017 L’Arc de Triomphe
Our day started with breakfast at Le Comptoir de l’Europe and a surprise for Gabriel.
Our friend, Jessie, is a flight attendant and was able to make time to visit us in Paris. We had not seen her in forever. It is kind of funny that it was easier to meet up with her in France than in the US. Our breakfast was so very good. I was still having issues with eating and I ate both eggs, the baguettes, and most of the other stuff put in front of me. I will forever believe that Paris healed my cancer-induced anorexia. J’adore Paris.
After breakfast, Jessie took a nap and we went off to do laundry. Our ticket for L’Arc was set for a few hours later. I tried to figure out how to ask where the laundromat was. I think my French translator has a snarky streak. See my Eiffel Tower post for another example.
As we walked to the nearest laundrette, we saw a wedding procession. I only got one good picture of a car as they came past the laundromat. They were decorated with beautiful bouquets.
We sat in a decent café across the street while our laundry washed and dried.
They sold hand-made sausages.
We had enough time to meander/get lost on our way back to the hotel. I took a few pictures of the church and some other buildings that caught my eye.
As always, there was music in the Metro tunnels. Paris really spoiled me with music playing everywhere.
The Arch is impressive. As it was meant to be. Napoleon had commissioned it after a victory and it was completed in 1836.
The view from the top was breathtaking. Gabriel and I are in agreement that we preferred this view to the one from the Eiffel Tower. However, I still enjoyed our Eiffel Tower visit.
Here is a picture of the crazy traffic in Paris.
And my favorite picture of Gabriel and me.
There was a display of various parts of statues that were not used on the outside of the Arc once it was completed. My favorite is Alexander the Great. I think he looks offended. I also like his little head dragon.
I guess I was looking sickly that day. The guard checking us in had us use the lift rather than the stairs. Honestly, I was grateful. We had a lot of walking planned for the day. I did take the spiral stairs down. I was dizzy by the time I got to the bottom. I wasn’t the only one. More than a few people had to stop partway to get their bearings.
When we got to the bottom, we discovered a memorial service was starting. We stayed for a bit, but we felt it was something personal and did not want to intrude.
Something that I haven’t really mentioned was the military presence in Paris. It was unnerving at first, but I got used to seeing these young men.
We wandered along Champs-Elysees and window shopped all the stores from which we couldn’t afford a tissue. We also paid our respects at the memorial to the three officers who were killed on April 20, 2017.
We meandered around the area and found a café. The waiter was a grumpy old man. I liked him. He did soften up to us after a crazy woman from Brazil sat down near us. We were not as demanding or as nuts as she was. When we paid up, he very sternly reminded us that he did not want a tip.
A note on tipping:
I am not sure about other countries, but in France, it is considered an insult to leave a tip. The wait staff are paid very well and do not need extra money to make a livable wage. Mind blowing.
We also had dinner near the Champs-Elysees. I really enjoyed my food, but the wait staff were not so friendly and refused our cards. Luckily, we had enough Euros between the three of us to pay for dinner.
We walked back to our hotel rather than take the Metro. I took pictures of shoes because I really love shoes.
And this old taxi.
And, finally, this is some artwork that we saw almost everyday. It is in a busy square that has a Metro, train station, grocery store, and mall. During the day, it is always filled with people and food carts.
It was a good day.