Today is a beautiful, almost warm day in Paris. We're in the room watching the Paris Robaix bicycle race live, in German. Why are we inside on the first good day, you wonder? Because I am sick. It happened last night, first I had serious chills with goose bumps, then I got hot. Really hot. Red faced sweating hot. Then in the night I was hot with chills. Today I have a sore throat and a non-productive cough with fever. I don't know what it is, so being a bad American, I got out the antibiotics.
About two we went out for an hour of slow walking to prevent the complete and total onset of cabin fever. We saw statues.
We saw the Eiffel Tower.
Then we saw art museums.
After that, I was cooked, and now we're watching Paris Roubaix live. With any luck tomorrow will be better.