After having rested for an hour, I bought a Diet Coke (referred to there as Coca Cola Light) and began walking toward the Arc de Triumph. The map in my AAA guidebook was not very detailed, but adequate enough to do the job. Forty Francs later, I began my ascent up the 6000 steps of the Arc de Triumph.  The view from the top is not all that fantastic.  Perhaps if I had gone up there on a day other than when I had gone up the Eiffel Tower, I might have felt different.  When I descended from this actually pretty cool looking monument, phlegm was not at a loss for the second important mission of my trip to Paris.  I have chosen not to show this picture though out of respect for those for whom this monument stands.  The truth is, I probably would have put it up had I not seen a ceremony with WWII veterans laying wreaths at an eternal flame at the center of the Arc.   As the Arc de Triumph is no longer just a monument to French military might, I do not wish to disrespect the memories of those the monument seeks to honor.

Exhausted, I returned to my hotel, grabbed my dirty laundry and found a laundromat.  European washers take about an hour to do a single load.  To complicate matters, I forgot about that whole Metric thing and ended up washing whites with colors in HOT water.  I now am the proud owner of several pairs of blue socks and underwear.