Fezzik In Paris

Two Americans, three cats, and too many places named "de Gaulle"

Having backed out of a meetup at the very last minute, I heeded the Purrito’s departing suggestion and headed to the pharmacy down the street for Zyrtec and Dolirhume (paracematol and pseudoephedrine).

I was greeted by a sign posted in the window saying that they were experiencing a fermeture exceptionelle.

I turned away from the window when an old woman pointed her cane at me and asked, in heavily accented French, if the pharmacy was closed.

Oui, I said as I walked by her and sighed.

I found myself smiling, however, as I heard her cursing, in German, behind me.

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