When You Get Sick in Paris …

I’ve got a killer cold. Here, in California, I had to track down an urgent care clinic (my doc was booked for days), pay an arm and a leg, get a prescription for a liquid to numb my throat, go to the pharmacy to get the medication, and then had to wait 24 hours while they ordered more of it because it wasn’t in stock. Fortunately, the medical system in France is very, very different than ours. When one gets sick in France, you first go to the pharmacy. Continue Reading →