Warning. Whining ahead. Look away if you prefer to avoid my wallow in self-pity.
I’ve tried to avoid tallying the costs of my purse theft. I’m not even that great at math. But the numbers just keep climbing in my head so I may as well let them out to frolic.
Cash: $160 (€100)
Cost to replace passport: $100
Taxi to hotel after stay at police station extended to Metro closing hour: $25
Hotel (including phone calls and snacks): $225 plus 15,000 Marriott points (The first 11 places Brian called to get us a room didn’t answer or had no double room or were far more expensive)
Cell phone from Travel Cell (obviously in retrospect I should have bought the insurance): $250
Replacement key to rental apartment: $150. Nope, no 99 cent key copy in Paris my friends. Try €99.
So far that’s more than I spent on my flight to Paris.
Yet to replace or tally:
Tracy’s credit card bill for multiple calls home from pay phones
My home phone bill for Brian’s hour and a half calling France finding a hotel and our apartment manager
My friend Holly’s purse. TBD
Sunglasses (nice ones, in my book anyway), new umbrella, assortment of favorite lipsticks, compact, great detailed small spiral-bound map of Paris, driver’s license. (Yes, I can cram a lot in a bag).
Sigh. OK, that’s it. I promise no more whining.