Somehow, with the recommendation of a friend, I ended up with a gynocologist in the posh area of Paris, near the golden triangle of upscale shopping and the famous George V hotel. My doctor is rather posh too. She always wears beautiful, and I’m sure designer, silk dresses. Her hair is perfect, her jewelry fabulous and she is as thin as a model. She’s never happy with my weight, except for the time I had lost a lot when I got really sick in India, but I get my hormones and feel healthy for another six months. I was early for my appointment with her so I roamed around the neighborhood taking photos.
I popped into George V to look at the flowers and there were vases full of these wonderful tulips, huge and double ruffled. I know the flower arranger gets all of his flowers from Holland. I’ve never seen such pretty ones.