Hello from Paris. The sun is out and it promises to be a very lovely day.
The flight on Air France was less than comfortable. The seats were ample but poorly aligned and none of us enjoyed much sleep. Thanks to the wheelchair, we zipped through immigration but the time we saved there we lost while waiting for the shuttle. We finally got to the hotel about 2:30 PM; I started my nap at 3:30 PM and got up at 6:30 PM. We had dinner at La Coupole and got back to the hotel by 11 PM. I was in bed at 11:30 PM.
My sleep was fitful; I dreamt of not being able to breathe and several times woke up gasping. Not significantly, but not typical for me. I suspect it is my pillow, which also gave me a headache. It's much fluffier than the one I use at home. As well, I sleep on incredibly slippery sheets at home which allow me to turn easily. Not so here. It's very frustrating. I am out of my comfortable element, the environment into which I adapted, but at least I am in Paris. I hope to see Michelle today, and afterward take a nice wheelchair ride up to the Seine. Beyond that, not much. I think the less done the better.
14 hours ago