Jim went out and foraged for food this morning. He stopped by the Starbucks where the kid got his back pack stolen. Apparently that area is saturated with plain clothes police. The baristas called the police, and the police caught the thieves and got the back pack returned to its owner. Later the kid came by the Starbucks and got his laptop. So he was made whole again. That is a good thing.
The bad thing is I probably have the flu. One of the cool things about Europe is doctors who make house calls. I called the desk, they called the doctor company and he was here thirty minutes later. He gave me cough syrup so I can sleep, but told me I must respect the cough, and when it becomes productive, leave it be. Hopefully I'll be home by then. I am contagious. Poor Jim.
This is the downside to crowds. Even though we run away if we hear a cough or a sneeze it's inevitable that a strand of RNA will make it through. I'm in Paris and I'm sick. Quelle domage.