"Hello, I'm sorry. I am really too tired to go out to dinner and a movie tonight." I explain to Eric.
"Oh, it's okay. How did you enjoy Le Beaujolais with your friends last night?" he wants to know.
"That's the problem. I stayed out too late (cough, cough) and I had to work early this morning. Now I'm exhausted". I tell him.
As he hears my still lingering cough from the R2D2-N1H1 illness I've had for 3 weeks now he replies concerned. "Oh, you still have a cough? Did you go and see a doctor as we talked about last week?"
"No. I'm not really sick, it's just a little cough." I reply.
"On Monday, I will make an appointment for you to see my doctor. He is near your neighborhood and he's very good. I will go with you." he insists.
Aw, that's one of the nicest things to say, I think as I reply, "I'm really not that sick, it's just a cough."
"Yes, but you need to see a doctor, so that you can get better." he again insists. "I will take you after I leave work on Monday." he finishes not expecting a reply. "Okay." I tell him.
Are people really this nice, caring and concerned in "the real world" or is this just my fantasy world of living in Paris?
I took a few more pictures of this dream place called Paris. Christmas is in the air, and goodwill is in the hearts of my friends.
The holiday season now fills the air. Monday I will look forward to seeing a French doctor with a French friend which just seems like the nicest thing...don't you agree?