On the way there, Scott stepped in a hole in the sidewalk and twisted his ankle. Luckily, he didn't fall (He was carrying Wynn in the backpack.) He yelped but kept on going, and eventually we found a lovely cafe called Brioche, where he put his foot up for a bit and enjoyed a meatloaf and bacon sandwich, claiming that protein would help cure him.
We strolled around a bit more (Well, Scott hobbled, and I strolled.) We got back to the hotel, and our room still wasn't ready. They have a nice private lounge area, so we went a sat there until they could bring us our keys. Wynn danced around the lounge, Scott winced from time to time, and I sat there and wondered When will our room be ready, already?!
Finally, they came and gave us our keys. The room was worth waiting for - it's fantastic; we have a full kitchen that's much more stylish than ours at home - and our own washer and dryer. And we're next door to a really nice grocery store. All good.
Scott took off his shoe and sock, swallowed massive amounts of Advil, and put an ice pack on his ankle. It's about the size of a softball. We're hopeful that an evening of rest will fix him up, because a foot injury sure throws a wrench in the spokes of our "walk 10,000 steps a day" vacation.
There are bus and trolley tours of the city available, so we may end up doing that tomorrow. For now it's rest, ice, and cable TV.
Happy Fourth of July, everyone!
(By the way, it's 66 degrees here today and totally gorgeous.)