1 set of shelves
1 full-length mirror (turned sideways, which sort of defeats the purpose)
2 pots
1 very small pan
2 forks
1 knife
5 spoons
8 plates
1 bowl
6 towels
1 tiny marble table that barely fits my laptop
2 chairs (though the table can't actually fit 2 people)
1 tv almost at ceiling level
1 working shutter
1 broken shutter
1 bed
So, as you can see, there's beaucoup de work to be done. Thus far I have bought a night stand, moved the shelves, re-positioned the mirror, put up some wall-hangings, thoroughly washed EVERYTHING, and at some point I will find a few more bowls, and a complete set of silverware. Prospects look good. One thing I can't change, unfortunately, is the 6am trash truck. On the dot. Every morning. And evidently, it takes a full 10-15 minutes to empty the trash cans on my corner. Interesting.
However, I should not like to be labeled an ingrate, or be accused of taking for granted the fact that I'm living in Paris, so I shall now talk about the good things. For example, this fabulous neighborhood. And It's fabulous. The kind of fabulous where you flick your wrist, shrug your shoulders forward, and roll your eyes upward. Dah-ling. Everyone is beautiful. Everyone is hip. History: The Marais is the oldest part of Paris. It was home to dukes, lords, and kings, and fortunately a lot of that old architecture, along with several ex-royal residences, is still intact. The word "marais", however, means "marsh," so it's no surprise that, after a while, the rich kids moved out. In the early 20th century, it became the Jewish quarter, but then WWII and Hitler came along, and it was empty once again. In the past few decades, it has been revived by the stylish, the up-and-coming designers, and (thus), the gays. The Jewish influence and community still makes its home here, however, so in a typical neighborhood stroll, one sees trendy, expensive boutiques, the best falafel in the city, lots of gay nightclubs, and lots of Jewish bakeries. Hunched old men in black suits, hats, and earlocks walk next to young, hip, flamboyantly gay men holding hands. I love it.
Welcome to the Marais.
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