Retail therapy - if only we could afford it!

Day 20, Saturday 19th May.
After a proper nights sleep the Planner was prepared for a day out in Paris. Since the wheelchair was not arriving until 4pm she opted to load the Payer into  a Paris cab and head for the largest department store in the country, Gallerie Lafyette. We were dropped at the front door near the welcome desk from whence we could get a free wheelchair. So once alighted we wheeled ourselves through the growing crowds and headed for the lift to the top floor where we could get a real cup of coffee - and a pain chocolate and apricot pastry as well. We meandered through the store from top to bottom and sadly were constantly drawn to the most stunning items which were always tied down with alarm systems. Overall however everything in the store was just  stunning and there is something about the French design and presentation that leaves the rest of the world for dead. Such a shame that we couldn't afford anything more than a tourist trinket  and on the other hand, even if we could afford it we couldn't really decide when we would find an opportunity to wear such stunning apparrell.
We left mid afternoon and cabbed it back to our apartment with a very 'french' cabbie who muttered ' non sans ambulance' as Grannie took a while to clamber into his cab. Anyway we didn't tip him (halleluhia for free enterprise where tipping is not obligitory) and he did deliver us back home safely. The Planner collected the wheelchair from the Pharmacie across the road and then she loaded up Grannie and we set off to survey our neighbourhood and pick up some supplies. We wheeled down to Le Bon Marche, a famous Paris department store and also to its neighbour, Le Grande Epicure where we brought some dinner for Sun night. We got the basics from the local supermarche and then as it was 8pm decided we were starving and should stop off for dinner. A delightful corner cafe/restaurant loomed so we entered and Laura welcomed us. We had seafood pasta and pork with mustard sauce and creamy mashed potato and a glass of vino - a Rousillion red for the Planner, before wheeling ourselves  back up the street and squashing into our tiny elevator to ascend to our third floor haven.