Trocadero and boat ride

John gets up and goes out with the group and Oscar sleeps so late

again that we can’t make breakfast again.  I’m only waking him up though to give him his medicine on schedule.  The group is at the Musee D’Orsay and John is going to come back when they’re done and bring me some lunch.  I get a quiche when he returns and he returns feeling worse than before.  I make him take a nap while I get a breathe of fresh air and remember that even if I’m mainly stuck in a hotel room, it’s a hotel room in Paris.  We head out to  meet the group at the Trocadero for the boat ride.  Oscar wouldn’t rest beyond 12pm and has been his old self for the majority of the day.  He first woke up very lethargic and was watching videos of fire trucks saying, “that looks like my fire truck” repeatedly and I 

 thought, great, he’s broken.  The seizure broke him, that’s all he’s going to say for the rest of his life.  But he turned the corner after he woke up some and it was hard to keep him quiet for the time that John was sleeping, but I didn’t want to go out with him after the last day.  We decide to go with the group for the boat ride though because he has been looking forward to this.  We meet up at the Trocadero metro stop which is another place that I have never been.  I’ve heard that this is the best view of the Eiffel tower in the city and it doesn’t disappoint and neither do all of the annoying 

 street vendors that frequent these places.  I realize at this point that I hadn’t run into them this trip because I haven’t been at any of these places this trip.  It was nice to see a city without them and the view from here doesn’t disappoint.  We walk down to the river and along it to the boats.  John successfully

negotiated student pricing for his group even though they were university students and not EU, so he’s getting better at this stuff.  Oscar ran from side to side of the boat taking “pictures” with his hands of things as we passed.  We headed back to the hotel, but there was a little hiccup when John didn’t make the crowded metro with us.  Oscar and I had to get out at the next stop and then catch the next train, work our way back through the crowds to daddy who was several cars back, because Oscar wouldn’t quit crying for him.  I have to keep reminding myself that he is still sick, has just lost puppy and has a lot fears right now, but this was not an easy thing to do.