Instead the entire extent of our trip to Paris consisted of my suitcase sitting in a room like this for a day.
First of all, before I tell this tale, let me say I AM FINE. Perfectly physically healthy, but possibly mentally deranged.
Polly and I have been planning our getaway to Paris for quite awhile. We scheduled, we studied, we prepared in every way we could think of. And yet it didn't happen. While I was getting ready to board my flight to New York (where I would meet up with Polly and then fly to Paris) I became ill. I had the 2 symptoms that if you get them alone they are only mildly disconcerting, but when you get them together - you are trained to take action. I had chest pains and nausea. It didn't seem wise to set out on a transatlantic trip with these symptoms so I had it checked out.
It quickly became clear that our cancelled trip was due to nothing. The EMT technicians even asked if I "was afraid to fly". Geesh. All cardiac tests were normal. I then was taken to ER and then tested for weird stuff. Still negative. They told me that I might have a virus. It's either that - or "you have a virus" is code for mentally unbalanced.
My suitcase made it to Charles de Gaulle Airport and stayed overnight before coming back home to me. Lucky suitcase.
Don't feel too bad for me. We are re-booking our trip as I type this. Those exotic pictures I promised to take.....sorry. We'll try to take even more when we go at Christmas time.