Rhume de Paveau

After having thought I beat the bug I had, it came back with a vengeance last night. I think I did too much yesterday. Today, I forced to lay low and felt bad about it. It was a beautiful day. I needed to get to the pharmacy to get medication. I had taken my last NyQuil capsule. I ripped through the house in the middle of the night looking for Vicks for my throbbing sinuses.i drove the half mile to the pharmacie.
I'm always taken back at first when I start the car and french comes out of the radio. Sometimes I forget I am still here.
I pulled into a private spot over a metal bar that if had been up, would have kept the spot private. A man who looked exactly like an aged Kirk Douglas , blond ponytail, plastic surgery, too tan skin, red turtleneck, asked how long I was going to be...
I had written down the translation of what I needed, the woman pharmacist spoke some English, but I really wanted to speak French. They had Vicks, although she looked at me like " oh, you're the person that uses that." , then I went on to describe that I needed something like NyQuil that would make me sleep and not make me crazy. So she brought out some kind of sleeping pill. No...then she showed me many antihistamines , no, I tried to explain that I got heart palpitations from them. She came up with some kind of herbal medication.
Then, I thought I should get some baby aspirin while I was there...all baby aspirin in france is powdered , no pill. What? They all are 100 mgs. What happened to 82's?
So I though I'd get some ibuprophen. Wouldn't you know that when I got it home it was a fizzie that dissolves in water.
This is the first situation that I have run into here that makes me miss how it's done in the States. I need NyQuil. I need Walgreens or CVS. I need to pick my own stuff out out of the thousands that we Americans are offered. I'm going to have to ask someone to send me a care package.
I quickly ran to the ATM. The town is all a buzz over the big Vide Grenier tomorrow. They are blocking streets off in preparation.
I saw a man teaching his ringletted 4 year old daughter to drive. She was on his lap steering. He had a big smile on his face.
 I saw a man with a straw "boater" hat that would be worn in a Renoir painting on the River Seine.
I need to feel much better for tomorrow. M. Lambert is returning, ( I feel as though there could be an inspection) I see Monsieur lambert abuzz with activity getting ready. I picture her driving her big grey Mercedes on wide highways with her little dog Chanel at her side. It's a 13 hour drive from Amsterdam and she told me that she has her special hotels that she stays in.
She will be back tomorrow and the energy here will change.