Paris, Armenia, and Angers

We leave this weekend for a tour of Armenia, book-ended by time in France.

Armenia will be the "missing link", for us, in the Silk Road.  In any case, it is a historic, landlocked, mountain country, and the first country, after Rome to adopt Christianity as its national religion.  When our favourite travel company had a 9 day tour, we jumped at the chance to see Armenia without having to do heaps of preliminary research.  So watch this space.

But first we have four days in Paris, to recover from jet-lag and see some sights we have missed - the restored Notre Dame, Basilica de Saint Denis, the Police Museum and lunch at a Paris bistro.  What's not to like!

But so traumatised was I by the brazen pick-pocketing of Kin Mun's wallet on our last trip to Paris, I have been preparing.  This is one of my strategies - internal pockets in my jeans - inside-out view below.

Let's see if it works!
 

 

Ooops!

On Wednesday evening, I walked to Beecroft Woolies, and was on my way home when I fell.  I knew I stumbled, but thought I had recovered, and the next thing I was on the footpath - just past Vintage Cellars.  No, I hadn't been inside....

I will spare you the on-site image - suffice to say that my blood-thinners (Cartia) worked a treat.  Thought Medicare's urgent care clinic was the way to go - but they didn't have an X-ray - so they cleaned me up and Kin Mun took me to a local emergency medical centre.  They x-rayed everything (My bones are old, you see!) but all was well.

So lets hope the airline isn't afraid to board me, and that the face recognition works at Immigration!

Waiting for X-Ray - yes, that is blood on my top.

And the next day.  They "glued" the wound on the chin, which was the worst cut.