Last June, Michael's friend from college, Justin, came to Paris with his parents and girlfriend Angela. They had actually planned the trip before we moved here, so it was entirely fortuitous that their hotel was just around the corner from our apartment. They were also the first visitors from the US that we had the chance to be tourists with in Paris (and to the American Cemetery in Epinal). The weather was gorgeous, and we had an awesome time. So when Justin and Angela decided that they were going to return for a week this September, we were happy to hear that they'd be staying with us this time around. The French weather gods, however, were not so welcoming. Barely a few hours after they landed last Saturday morning, the Parisian sky opened up and showed its true colors: grey and stormy. The worst of the downpour was over the weekend, but we managed to sneak out in a few moments of blue skies. The real adventure started when Justin and Angela headed to Normandy for a few days to visit the D-Day landing beaches and Mont St Michel. We got a text message from Justin on the evening that they were scheduled to return to Paris saying that their side-trip had taken a bit of a detour to the ER in Bayeux. I am hoping that Justin will agree to guest blog about his experience visiting the hospital with a pretty decent sprained ankle, but suffice it to say that the French medical system pulled through like a champ. And then Justin pulled through the rest of the week like a champ, including on crutches the next day on a visit to Versailles... Photo credit above to Angela. I would also recommend checking out some of the awesome photos that Justin took during their trip.
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