My fever spiked during the night and the coughing was pretty bad. Jeanne found a Dr. for me to see a short walk away and off we went. It was the strangest thing--a building with just the Dr's name on a small placard outside and a doorbell like you'd see in apt buildings. We kept buzzing until someone finally let us in.

There was one door in the hallway marked medicine cabinet so Jeanne opened the door and went in. There wasn't a receptionist, the doctor herself came out and rattled off something. Between her hand gestures of pointing to the seats and saying "please" in French (which was the only thing I recognized), we figured out we were to wait. After about 15 minutes, a patient and she came out and she called me back. Let's just say it's a good thing I've been practicing my French because she spoke very little English!

I managed to convey to her that I had a fever with a chest infection and she did a thorough exam on me. She gave me a Rx for some antibiotics and then struggled to tell me how to take them! Too funny! The visit was €25, a real bargain for a Dr visit!

There was a pharmacy right across the street, so we went in and the pharmacist spoke a little better English and told me how to take everything. So far, the fever hasn't come back and I'm hoping I'm on the mend! We have too much planned for me to be sick.

We made a quick stop back to the apt. and then took off for the metro. This apt. is so much closer than Jeanne's last one, only two blocks away from the metro stop. We had to change trains once and Kathi had her first experience with the Paris subways.

We got out at the Arc de Triomphe and took in all the sights. I thought I'd read somewhere that it's 40 steps to the top--turns out it's actually 284!! I had opted not to go since I knew my lungs would be on fire (not to mention my thighs LOL), so I waited for Kathi while she went up. She made it and has photos to prove it, which I will post if we can figure out air drop (and it actually works). If I didn't mention it, the wind was HOWLING!! We were sitting in a semi-protected spot and I told Kathi, "I feel like my hair is standing straight up." She turned around to look at me and promptly burst out laughing, grabbing her camera. The wind was so strong, it would stand my hair on end, then die down like nothing had happened. We laughed about it every time we looked at that picture! :))

We moseyed on down Champs Élysées and ate lunch at Ladurée on the second floor--Kathi had some fancy omelette with egg that looked like it was smooth as could be. I had a club sandwich that was different from any other I've ever had before, three rectangular pieces with some kind of greens like arugula but not and a perfect blend of sauces. We finished with a sampling of their macaroons which they are known for--coffee, orange blossom, raspberry and lemon. Kathi said she liked the coffee flavor the best, and I agreed, although I didn't get to try the raspberry (miscommunication on that one!)

After lunch, we made our way over to Trocadero to meet our tour guide for the Eiffel Tower. Our guide was from Lithuania but had been in France for the past six years. She was fairly informative about the buildings surrounding the tower, but didn't share a lot of info that I've heard on previous tours and she cut the tour short. It was extremely cold and windy though, so that could have been why.

One thing that she did comment on about the tower was that it's painted every seven years. It's done by hand and takes quite some time to do. I was thinking that it didn't look as dark brown as when I had seen it two years ago.

After the tour, we both were exhausted and ready to head home. We found the metro and stopped off at the local grocery store, which is a few doors down from this apt--super convenient! We bought a little bit of this and that and managed to make it home. We are both tired but had a great day!