paris musings – the doctors (east paris)

I have not enjoyed the identification and establishment of doctor relations in Paris. Unlike New York, there does not seem to be the same proactive followup, alerts or reminders of what I should do with either my child, or myself. My general physician, highly recommended by several as the doctor for all expats, is very laissez-faire and I don’t think I have had one issue resolved satisfactorily. My son’s physician is lovely, but it just never feels as buttoned up and organized as my NY pediatrician. As for finding a ladies doctor, it’s been really difficult…appointments have to be booked months in advance, and then the first appointment I finally got to, the doctor was so rude, I literally walked out on one her and wrote a letter of complaint to her affiliated hospital!

So in hopes to help some others in search of a good gyn’y – I have compiled this list from the various Expat Community Posts in response to request for recommendations:

GYNECOLOGISTS
Dr Edith Finet (F)- 15eme
34 Rue de Lourmel
Phone:01 45 75 38 08
Speaks English & “does tests in her office.”

Dr.  Anne-Isabell Richet (F) – 7eme
109 Rue de l’Université, near Invalides metro
Speaks English “she’s a gynecologist, though, not an ob”
Dr Marie Harif (F) – 17eme
56 rue des Batignolles
Phone: 01 53 06 80 03
Speaks English “She’s great, does ultrasound and consultation as well.”
Dr McGinnis (F) – 92200 Neuilly-sur-Seine
American Hospital, 63 Boulevard Victor Hugo
“she is excellent and took me through 4 pregnancies.”
“Dr McGinnis is amazing at the American hosp if your insurance covers it, think it’s €120”
Dr. Rizk (M) – 15eme
45 rue Saint-Lambert, (near Convention)
Speaks English  – “GYN/OB. nice guy, not touchy feely, but a great dr. “
Dr. Gonod (F) –  15eme
179 Rue de la Convention
“she’s hard to get into for just a GYN appt.”
Dr. Patrick Douieb (M)  – 92100 Boulogne-Billancourt
65 Bis Avenue Victor Hugo
Metro Marcel Sembat
Dr. Isabelle Azan
Clinique des Franciscaines at Versailles is excellent.
Probably because of that she has pretty long waiting times for rdvs, unfortunately.
Dr. Francois Jacquemard
Speaks English.
Top specialist in Paris for prenatal scanning he has his own practice and also works at the American Hospital
Dr. Richard Benhamou – 92800 Puteaux
58 Rue Eugène Eichenberger
He has 3D ultrasound equipment which is quite rare.
PEDIATRICIANS
One of the most worrying things has been when my little one has been sick and I have not been able to communicate clearly with the Doctors. Here is a list of the English speaking doctors that I have been recommended along the way from various parents:
Dr. Lovejoy  – 92200 Neuilly-sur-Seine
Hôpital américain de Paris, 63 Boulevard Victor Hugo
Dr. Rosemonde Poinsot – 16eme
15 Avenue D’Eylau
01 45 20 29 29
Dr Anne Sylvester Michot – 16eme
15 Quai Louis Blériot
Phone:09 50 86 58 04
She’s French but speaks English
https://www.doctolib.fr/pediatre/paris/anne-sylvestre-michot-cottias

Dr Elena Lamberti  – 16eme
75 Boulevard Exelmans
01 40 71 05 10
Dr Pierre Bitoun – 4eme
6 Rue de Jarente, (near metro St Paul).
“Speaks perfect English and takes the time to listen to each patient. Unfortunately this means that he runs over a lot, so get an appointment early in the day!”
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paris music – the flamin groovies

The Flamin Groovies Le Petit Bain, Friday April 29

In Screen Shot 2016-04-30 at 10.53.15 AM.pngfull transparency, I have to declare there is a predisposition to positive bias – The Flamin Groovies were one of my favorite bands growing up; my first NY band, the Wirebirds, spent many an hour playing flaming groovy songs in the music building 1206; and road trips require a Flamin Groovies sound track (perfect time to brain wash a five year old in to loving them)… so when I heard they were coming to Gay Paree, I had to get tickets (thanks melani for the heads up!)

My other bias… a  Metro, boulot, dodo life also means a night out is a hot ticket item.. I’m already giddy! I had also managed to persuade two of my dearest french girl friends to come with me! I am living the life, right now, so of course, I’ll love the evening! I skip down the stairs at Metro Quai le Gare, I had already spotted our meeting location, Chez Lili et Marcel (highly recommended), their awning blazoned in sans serf retro lettering, and crossing the road I saw my friends through the window, already seated, chatting and laughing. I caught MP’s eye and she turned and gave a huge smile and wave, followed by Edith’s little jump of joy in her seat! Through the window photo op… but no time here… we were on a mission – catchup, eat, and get to the show on time.

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Flamin Groovies at Le Petit Bain.

I had anticipated a 9pm start based on DJ and opening acts being listed on the bill, so at 8:30 I started to get a little anxious… (flash back to hanging out on the beach, assuming Matthew Sweet would be 2nd or 3rd on the bill, I actually missed him), so we headed over to Le Petit Bain…a strange looking floating box bar, on the actual Seine, and next to the Josephine Baker Swimming Pool (in the actual Seine!).

The crowd was a mix of old and young rockers, lots of jeans and leather jackets, black hair, grey hair, pink hair, biker boots, beatle boots, (my friends lovely light suede channel boots). I almost had a wave of…“my people…they exist in Paris as well as NY!”… the unifying force of music! No disrespect to my well dressed rocker friends in NY, but the Parisians do have a certain je ne sais quoi in the way they put it together! So amidst the très chic (and not so chic), we went down the stairs into Le Petit Bain floating Tardis club with 450 others.

Perfect timing! Weaseling our way through the crowds we got fairly close to the front and waited for the show to begin…Teenage Head was what I in and what they started with. We danced, I sang along, Feel a Whole lot better, She Tore Me Down, First Plane Home, Slow Death, Tallahassee Lassie, Between the Lines, Yeah My Baby amongst others before closing with Shake Some Action! Much fun!

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Founded in 1965, this is Cyril Jordon and George Alexander’s 51st year as Groovies! Chris Wilson joined in ’71 (after Roy Loney’s departure) and in ’76 (teaming-up with Dave Edmunds producing) they came out with the fabulous Shake Some Action. FullSizeRender-3.jpgThere are only five Flamin Groovies albums, but stuffed with gems.

The band – Jordon, Wilson and Alexander, joined by Victor Penalosa on drums-was a mix of tight and loose, sometimes fingers didn’t FullSizeRender-5.jpg
seem to work exactly how I imagined they would like them to (George also had pinky and ring fingers taped at their base), vocals were a little gravelly, but why I am even saying that, the energy, the performance, was great. The club was full of joie de vivre –  on and off stage.

All my worries that my friends, with slightly different musical tastes, we not going to enjoy themselves, dissipated as they smiled, laughed and bopped along! Per MP’s message this morning… “Très chouette hier cet anti métro boulot dodo”…  alive again!FullSizeRender-4.jpg

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paris musings – the locksmith

There are times when I feel literally overloaded with thoughts… what I need to do, what I need to remember to do, for home, for work, for school; what I want to do, what time is it, am I on time, or not… usually the latter…. and it means that not everything happens as it should!

I was happy that I had found a local place for S. to do some sports on a Saturday. As a result, I now had a sacred me-hour in the morning! Running late, I raced to get S. ready for judo, so I could go and have my nice relaxing coffee & reading for the hour. All went according to plan until we got home. Where the hell were the keys? I emptied my bag and stared and the content rubble… no keys.

Thank god I had my phone…but the battery was low. I called my landlord who I had become aquainted with due to the flood a month before. He didn’t really speak English, but I managed to establish that he didn’t have a spare key- I had both the keys … in the apartment. So I called my French friend- what do I do? who should I call. She offered to call a locksmith on my behalf, saying she would call back once she had sorted it out. I sat in the stair-well and explained to my four year old that mummy had very foolishly left the keys inside the apartment and as there was no way to scale the building and climb through a window like Spider-Man, we needed to wait for the locksmith to come and help open the door. My friend called back. she had identified someone who should be with me within the hour.

With the phone battery at an un – optimistic 10%, I told S. that we had to go to the cafe and see if they would be willing to help. Up the road at Les Ondes, I explained our plight to the waitress and waved the dead phone in front of her. How would I know when the locksmiths arrived with out juice?! She took sympathy and plugged the phone in to her adapter behind the bar, so we sat in ears shot for the anticipated call, and had a drink to pass the time. About 50 minutes later, phone working, locksmiths arriving, we returned to the apartment.

The two men met me in the hall way and without checking any ID or asking any questions, they got out a drill and quickly zapped the lock. The door didn’t open. They then got out a tired looking piece of X-ray film… slide it into the frame of the door, down to the lock, kicked the door and it popped open!

On examining the opened door, they said they needed to replace the lock unit, and this quickly evolved to needing to change the entire door frame… one of the men was already unscrewing the metal frame whilst the other was telling me that this was all necessary… But why? and how much money are we talking about … 2000€ – WHAT??!!  I exclaimed – oh you’re insurance will cover it… “but I don’t know that” I cried, “I need to call them…” Interspersed in the activities, I had been txting the trials of the day back and forth with another friend. I texted him this latest update and he immediately called me and said this was a joke and told me to put him on the phone with the men. I’m not sure what they said to each other, but voices were raised – the phone got handed back to me, the unscrewing of the door frame stopped, I was handed a piece of paper to sign and pay 500€ because they had “had to ” drill the bolt, and they were waiving the “visit” charge so I should be happy, then they left, leaving be with a dodgy lock, screws and metal frames on the floor. I called my friend back who said he was looking for another locksmith for me.

With a couple of names, I called the newly identified locksmiths for a quote. The challenge here lay in the fact that they both said they had to come and see the door before they could quote. I told them I didn’t want them to come until they told me approximately how much it would cost to replace a lock. I managed to agree with them both that i would send them photos of the lock and door for an estimate. The next challenge was that my phone memory was full and wouldn’t take any more photos. I deleted images, took new images, and finally sent the images to the two potential locksmither’s to aid in quoting. One of them called again and insisted he should come and look – I reiterated that I wanted a quote first, but that if he didn’t charge me for coming, that he could come round, so he said he was on his way.

Whilst waiting, I re-screwed the doorframe back together. As locksmith #2 turned up, I received a quote from locksmither #3. #2 quoted 200€ more than #3 so I thanked #2 very much for coming round but I was going to use #3. #2 then insisted that I pay him for the house call… “No, no” I said… “on our phone call I had told you not to come without providing a quote, but you had insisted… I told you I didn’t want to pay for a house call without a quote…” He grabbed his papers and stormed off saying it just wasn’t right… it was in appropriate not to pay… my goodness this day was an ordeal…

# 2 disappeared, and I waited for # 3. Whilst waiting this time, I decided to try and replace the existing lock, so by the time # 3 arrived, I had managed to reinstall the lock that had been removed by the #1s. A fairly polite and unassuming chap, #3 looked at the door, the lock, the key, that still actually worked despite the drilled lock face, then said while I could continue to use the preexisting lock and key, he still recommended replacing it as there was no guarantee it would continue to work based on the drilling that had happened.
he then also told me it had been totally unnecessary for the first guys to drill the lock. they should have started with the X-ray film then proceeded to show me how he could open the door with his X-ray film. Great! Remember to double lock in future! I decided to accept his advice and replace the lock. he didn’t have the right lock with him so he dissappeared off to buy the necessary type, but then he called to say he wouldn’t be able to get it until Monday.

So, using the dodgy door for the next couple of days, come Monday, I had a new lock, an insurance claim filed, and a war story of the 2000€ door frame proposal by some Locksmith con artists. What amazed me in the subsequent days were the number of locksmith shops I walks past in my neighborhood. I had been blind to them the week before.

Lessons Learned
1. Don’t leave home without your keys
2. Locate a local locksmith on moving into a new neighborhood in advance of needing one
3. Don’t let anyone drill the lock until they have tried the X-ray film

4. sign up for the key repository of Paris  –  https://keyper.fr/   !!

 

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