Yesterday I went to the orthopedie to get a verdict on ze leg.
And I got to go outside the house! Thank you very kind Taxi Bleu.
Even if it was a grey day.
Paris is Paris and dependably uplifting.
Here is my right foot waiting for the news.
Look! L'Arc de Triumph is having a bit of work too...a comrade in
Notre Dame is in good shape this year. No cast.
I took a picture of my darling doc but he might sue me if I showed you so you'll have to settle for my feet, sorry. The doc let out one of those very French whistles (sort of a toot-toot when something is easy-peasy). He told me I just have TWO WEEKS more with the cast! Woo woo. Then I come back for a boot. I was clapping big time.
*FYI in Paris supermarkets the ham case has at least 50 kinds. At least the butcher says this is the best one. Miam miam
Here is the artful diagram yrs truly created so she could sashay into my bank, get the money and waltz right by reception.
Somewhat better artwork of French Girl.
Remember French Girl? I used to stay with her and admire her Frenchiness close up. She is still as Frenchie as ever.
FG brought me goodies from Monoprix yesterday. I hope someday to figure out how to order online.
Bonjour French Girl.
I wonder if my new boot/botte post-cast will look like this? Me thinks not. I am busy begging P Hermé's people to send me macaron brochures to put in your June-fraise Paris Sketch Letters. Keep your fingers crossed PBers.