I woke up this morning looking like I’d been in a bar fight. My right eye is bloodied and black. I Dr Googled it and it said it could be nothing or it could be cancer. We Piermans are all constantly diagnosing ourselves with fatal diseases. When Judy said she has Parkinson’s Rebekah had to ask, “Now is this a doctor’s diagnosis of Parkinson’s or a Pierman’s? Doesn’t matter of course—both are grave.
So I don’t know if I have cancer of the eye but I do know that shopkeepers are scared of bloody-eyed Americans.
I tried to shop for my sister Judy today. She’s got a need for a bed pillow that must exist in Paris because it doesn’t exist in Oklahoma where she’s shopped every inch. Normally you enter a shop here and they say, “Madame. BonJOUR” (singing it a little). But not when ol’ bloody-eyes Chucky is in the house.
So I spent the day hiding my face like the Elephant Man and taking photos of this magical place. Allow me to take you along: