Calling in sick in Paris

Paris, January 27, 2014

Spending two days of a five-day long trip to Paris in bed gave me a lot of time for thinking. Of how unlucky I was that out of 365 days in a year I had to fall ill during a short holiday, for example. Or of how awful I felt that my parents, who had come to meet me in Paris for the weekend, had to care for their weak sick daughter when they could have spent their time doing better things, like dining with their healthy daughter in a bistro at Saint-Germain-des-Prés, or taking in the view of the glowing Eiffel Tower at night (well, these two things actually happened, luckily, before I got sick). Continue reading