1. No giddiness, maybe I was too worried to have felt am mused though. More cloudy and hazy than dizziness. 2. On a very minor level. More with my hands. Dropping things miss typing, and not spelling well still. 3. Breathing is slightly hard to put in words, like I had to try...
It was called Le Pain Quotidien (The Daily Bread). It had an interior of bright wood, and a long, wooden table on one side, where diners could sit and eat communally. I would have a cup of their delicious, rich coffee, which was served in a white cup the size of a small soup ...