What they don't warn you about (and I should have thought about) is that if the luggage that you are pushing hits something and stops, you end up tumbling to the floor, and in my case putting out my right hand to arrest my fall.
Net result - a visit to hospital and a souvenir from Paris that I didn't expect.
|An X-ray of the author's right hand, from two angles!|
Nothing was broken, just bruised and somewhat 'pénible' - or at least that is what I think they told me, and they were right and still are.
Only one word was spoken in English during the visit to the hospital, and that one didn't help. The experience tested my French language skills to close to the limit.
I can even claim to have enjoyed it!
Typing was a bit slower than usual for a day or two. Over the next few days a few more Parisienne delights will appear . . . probably interspersed between other things.
Small note: Now waiting for the bill to arrive in the post!