First Attempt, Doctor's Office.

This morning I decided to go to see the local doctor, Dr. Casanova. She had open hours today where, I think, you can just walk in. It was a beautiful day so I wore a bright pink coat.
Everything about getting into see this doctor was problematic. I think my French was turned off.
I stood in front of the outside door that said something like...ring the buzzer and pull the door open at the same time.
Doubting myself, I stood there for a few minutes hoping that someone would come. The office hours started at 10 and I was there a few minutes before.  Luckily ( or maybe not), a very stylish and friendly older woman was leaving, so she let me in. I walked up the stairs to the next gauntlet.
There, there was a sign that looked like it said, I am not receiving patients today.
I also see now that it said...Enter without Knocking.
I stood there a bit and thought about it...then I knocked lightly and walked into a middle room that was completely empty and painfully yellow. . I have seen rooms like this before in France and in Italy, this empty room...not a waiting room, not an examining room. So I stood there for a few minutes in this vortex, not knowing what to do. I could hear an examination of a baby going on in the next room, behind the wood doors to the left..
I said "Bonjour!"...and I got a Bonjour in return. I explained that my French was not all that good, that I was an American and I need to get a certificate of health so that I can ski.
I said this to the wooden doors.
There was no answer. I could hear expressions of annoyance, a long exhale.
I froze there for 3 or 4 minutes, the yellow of the room battling my pink coat....when I noticed a sign on the door at the end of the little room...it said Salle D' Attente.
Waiting Room.
Two doors to the right...Privee and Toilette . So, I knocked lightly on the waiting room door and walked in.
All along there had been 3 women with 2 small children waiting in this room, listening to my whole bumble. I was very embarrassed.
I sat down, whispered a Bonjour to a woman that was looking at me. I flipped through a Paris Match with some beautiful B&W pictures of Princess Diana looking for some courage. I looked around and  started thinking about sick babies and catching things from children and having to wait for 3 exams before me....and not welcome today anyway, so I got up and left.
How will I ever go back? For sure my pink coat wont be going there again