We love doing the blog for you and do so appreciate all the comments. I don’t always respond because there are just so many hours in the day. It is certainly not due to a lack of appreciation. Yesterday’s blog was the most involved I’ve written and took hours because of sifting through all the photos and a very slow internet for some reason. Also I use a program called Word Press to drive the blog, and often it takes on a mind of its own. That coupled with my lack of technical expertise sometimes makes for chaos and frustration. I know just enough to be dangerous. Then I read and approve your comments and realize that the effort was totally worth it!
We especially appreciate all the information from many of you about how to get our vaccination records into the French system before a new deadline of August 1 when French President Macron has determined that a “Vaccine Pass” will be required to get inside almost any venue. We now have all of that stored on our phones as a QR code for easy scanning. But more on that in a moment.
Lunch was later than usual and we chose a very quiet, lovely spot off La Place des Vosges. It’s a 5–star hotel called Le Pavillon de la Reine which has an elegant patio area for dining. We’ve had many guests who have stayed at this hotel but we had never eaten lunch there. It’s a bit on the expensive side but not extravagant. We shared a bowl of gazpacho and a salmon club sandwich, plus Bernie’s glass of wine for 64 euros. That’s about $70 or so. It’s a 3-4 minute walk from our apartment. (Money flies in Paris!)
So, after lunch we started the complicated trek of working on our vaccine information. Truly appropriate is the phrase so often used in Paris…”C’est complique.” It’s complicated and everything is to some degree. If you’ve visited us here, we’ve taught you that phrase almost from the beginning.
Based on what you sent us and what we read, any “willing” pharmacist would help enter our data. That proved to be untrue. The first pharmacist told us it was impossible for her to help us, and we should go to Hotel Dieu which is a huge, dingy hospital across from Notre Dame. I suggested that we try another pharmacy. Voila, we happened upon a very helpful pharmacist who said that we should go down the street to the city hall of Paris, L’Hotel de Ville, which is a center for everything to do with vaccines. All went like clockwork after that and the very helpful attendant took our passports, our CDC card with vaccination records and entered us into the French system and onto an app which we can scan upon entry to inside venues. Whew, what a relief!
We bought our dinner at the local delicatessen that has delicious food…two quiches, cucumber salad and one of our favorite desserts made only a couple of days a week called Ile Flottante or eggs and snow. It’s a creamy custard sauce with fluffy meringue and sprinkled with slivered almonds. Sorry no photo!!
This last photo makes me sad and wistful for different days in Paris where fashion was king. We got a taste of this elegance during our first couple of years. This is an older couple very nicely dressed which we just don’t see any longer. They were past me before I could catch a frontal view. Paris today is immersed in short shorts, tennis shoes galore and massive tattoos in every imaginable place. Also lots of boobs hanging out and I do mean LOTS. Call me old but I’m not a fan of any of it!
Tis true. We are dealing with our age this year…sore, tired arthritic feet, swollen ankles, lack of good sleep and ears that don’t hear so well anymore or as I said yesterday, a lack of our usual mo-jo. 74 and 82!! But regardless, we press on always looking for a good time and more memories! Kudos to the amazing Bernie for pushing me forward.
L & B