
After
dinner I set out to walk back to my B&B. When I got to Bourbon Street, the
crowds of people in the street and music coming from all the clubs and bars
lured me to join them. I strolled along for a few blocks until the crowds
thinned.
As a car
approached from behind, I thought it was time to get back on the sidewalk.
Unfortunately, I picked a spot where a driveway curved into the sidewalk, and
as I stepped up, my foot landed badly, and I fell forward. Not as badly as two
years ago, but in protecting my head, I jammed my finger against the pavement.
Passersby
stopped to help. A self-styled street person said he’d seen many people fall
where I had, then asked if that made me feel better. (It did.) After severa;
minutes, I gathered myself and got over my shock. They helped me to my feet,
and one couple walked me up to the main street, and I walked, gingerly, back to
my local home.
The B&B
proprietor had a good first aid kit, and I went off to bed wondering how sore
I’d be in the morning.
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participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two
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