The French love their pharmacies, and there’s
one every few blocks on most streets.
CA had a cold and/ or allergies. It started yesterday and he’s worse today. So, as usual when we travel, we’re off to see a pharmacist first thing. These things usually happen on a Sunday in Europe when most every retailer is closed. Luckily, there are a couple of pharmacies in the area open today.
He rested most of the day, but I’m went shopping for the extra suitcase I could have bet I would need. We traveled to France with just our carryons, and already they’re overflowing.
Our flight to Vienna on Thursday is on a commuter airline-Eurowings—which allows you to pay for a second carryon.
I’ve purchased dresses in Nice—a aqua linen sundress, a black and grey linen knee-length with short sleeves, and a rich brown-colored flowing cotton dress that can also be worn with jeans. Other than the oil painting, most everything is fairly small or flat, but those stack-up!
We breakfast again in the flat—leftover baguette with beurre et Rhubarb jam. The small Nespresso machine makes good coffee, and we’ve gotten coffee creme and Carte Noir espresso pods from the close by Epicerie du Vieux Nice.
We end up at the same pharmacy I was at on Friday—Pharmacies Anglo American. CA got cough medicine and an antihistamine, and headed back to the flat.
Meandering along the shopping streets, I mostly window shopped. The luggage store at Nicetoile (indoor 3-story mall) is not open, so Google needs to update their site. I’m just across from the big Monoprix but this one doesn’t stock luggage. It’s still a good opportunity to buy a few necessities and treats.
We’d decided to each find lunch on our own, so I chose the nearest cafe with outdoor seating. Definitely wanted something light and simple as we planned on going out somewhere in the Old City for dinner, so I ordered a Croque Madame for the second day in a row.
The service was slow but it was such a breezy, pleasant day sitting outside and people watching that I absolutely did not mind it. And, after lunch, I decided on taking the tram, when I usually walk, to the Old City. It’s convenient and I was tired.
Finally we’ll get to Le Banthai for dinner, as we’ve very much enjoyed the food in the past. CA cannot eat at the restaurant for tonight as he’s still coughing, although he visited another pharmacies late afternoon for a stronger cough medicine.
He walked with me the short distance and left me with his order for Chicken Pad Thai. I order Som Tum as a starter (Papaya Salad w/ lemons, finely julienned carrots, tomatoes, peanuts and fresh mint. Then, Chicken Green Curry with Sticky Rice, which is deliciously spicy.
There was live music happening in this tiny Thai restaurant, from 7pm on—a guitar player and tiny French female singer. They were both quite good, and as usual I was wishing I understood more French.
I’m quickly back in the flat, but I accumulated well-past 10,000 steps this day, and am definitely ready for a quiet evening in.