August 2, 2001
worsened to the point that I needed to make an emergency run to the pharmacie
at 6:00 am. Fortunately, there was one located on the Champs Elysees that
was open 24 hrs, the person there spoke English, and I found a taxi to
take me there. Later, I tried
to make another run to Gerald Mulot, but it turned out they had moved.
Back at the hotel, ‘becca was feeling a little better.
We packed up, checked out, and got a taxi to the airport in order
to catch our flight to Lyon.
It was kind of a strange airport check-in, but we got it squared away and we were off to Lyon, albeit an hour late. Note: the T.P. at Charles de Gaulle is pink! ('becca: and it feels like the paper you use to clean your windows and dipstick at the gas station!)
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