Seven days of travel have reached their natural conclusion. My traveling companions and I are quite sick. We all have a vile sore throat-and-fever combination. It’s probably a French childhood disease that we would have been immune to had we grown up there. Hopefully, it’s not The French Disease (or The English Disease, depending on who you ask).
I’m off to gargle saltwater and possibly faint. Hope everyone is well. I’m glad to be home, but Paris was difficult to leave.