X Ray in Paris,Centre Medical, Angels of Paris

It's a good idea to have the French Larousse App on your i-something or other so you can tell the Doc exactly what's wrong with you in Paris. It's also a good idea to have an Angel in Paris.

Where to go if something goes wrong, but not too terribly wrong that requires a hospital? Every arrondissement has several Centre Medical. Just Google and add the arr. i.e. 75004, 75019 etc. Et voila, Google provides addresses, hours and a map. My Angel in Paris, author Rosemary FLANNERY, told me this. She suggested I come to the Centre Medical she used and she could give me a 'canne Anglais' to walk with afterwards at café Illy nearby.

Rosemary is in 75009. I am in 75004 but 2 buses later I was there. Or rather another, swankier clinic, Centre Medical Auber at 9, rue Boudreau since it was a tad closer I waltzed in like I owned the place. I had no appointment by the way. Believe me at 8:15am I pretty much did.

I waited all of 10 minutes. Then showed my passport and insurance papers(no good for anything but hospitalization). I explained/read the words above that my cheville/ankle was sprained and paid 23 euros.

Then I got to see an adorably funny doctor who made endless jokes and gave me the paper below to go get an ex-ray downstairs in the radiologie department. Et voila! Easy peasy!!

Aside from the sex change tout va bien. New York was never like this bebe!

I decided to take the ancensor rather than the stairs with my sprained ankle. It helps to know -1 is sous sol/downstairs as well.

Ta Da. I had to wait for reception to open at 9:00 am. I had been warned I would have to wait. Hello? 15 minutes? Y'all come to NYC folks and find out what waiting is like in a doctor's office. Doodly-doodly-do.

Do all radiologie offices have faux pink cherry blossoms on the ceilings?

They had them at St.Vincent's when I got a cat scan for sciatica. Is everyone getting them from the same source? My French friend recently went to Japan to see the cherry blossoms. She could have stayed home and gone to rue Boudreau. At 9:05 reception called my name, looked at my papers and asked me to pay 24 euros for the x-ray. A woman got me shortly after, helped me on the table, took the shots of my ankle and asked me to come back Saturday morning for the results. Tomorrow is a public holiday. THAT WAS IT. I was out of there by 9:15 am. !!!

A short hobble over to the stunning Illy café

To meet my angel.

Admittedly some of the décor would have looked quite cheery at spartan Centre Medical Auber...

No snacks were offered at the Centre as I recall but look nothing is perfect.

Enfin, my angel, Rosemary FLANNERY. Don't ask me why she spells her last name in all caps. This woman can do no wrong as far as I'm concerned.

I wrote about her book here. Please PBers take a look. It's a heavenly book in my humble opinion no pun intended.

I would like to say I hopped onto the bus but that just ain't so. Still having the crutch thing (from darling Rosemary) gets you a seat fast.

A pit stop at Monoprix Opera to stock up on my favorite salad (on the left) for the holiday...I bought THREE.

Upstairs Monop is having a cool Bresilian promotion soup(Feijoada) to nuts(noix du Bresil) and quite adorable fashions to boot I thought.

I was tempted but thought I better head home and do a little work etc. instead of shopping...

Waiting for the next bus, I wanted to yell at this Frenchie (putting on her new shoes). "Get HIGHTOPS for goodness sakes", but you can't do that sort of thing in Paris. In New York you could get away with it. Never mind. I went home to make tea for my afternoon guests at the Salon Parisbreakfast. C'est comme ca.