I have moved! New 'hood, new hovel. It's modern. It's IKEA. It's dominated by the most gaudy shade of blue, which I've been trying to offset with various splashes of pink. It's no castle but everything works (which is nice), although the cashier at "La Maison Collignon" seems to want to marry me despite his being old enough to be my grandfather. I may have to seek out a new corner store. Oh, did I fail to mention that the new hovel is located on a famous street? Rue des Trois Frères, just a few doors over from Amélie Poulain's fictional abode, which I didn't even gather until after I moved in, go figure! The neighbourhood's cobblestone streets are windy and hilly, everything is too cute for words, and the sidewalks are a tad less crowded than the Marais. The garret itself doesn't look anything like a Jean-Pierre Jeunet film, but I've prepared a little tour nonetheless. Please, do come in!
The view.
The kitchen
The lord of the land claims that the eyesore that hangs above the bed was painted by a famous artist, and I'm under strict orders to "take care" of it. Does that mean I can't prop it upside-down against the window? Sigh.
I probably hit my head on the suspended TV about once every other day.
These glass bricks provide the much needed illusion of daily sunlight for my clothes, which is just wonderful. Who wants SAD affected clothing anyway? Not me!
Ha! That bed thinks it's a couch!
The west side of the hot plate doubles as a tea house.
The saddest fruit bowl in the world.
Thank you, MTV. Now that you've seen my crib, get out!
3 comments:
Wow, it's awesome! I especially like the tiles in the kitchen.
That looks like a happy fruit bowl to me: a one-eyed double smiley face.
Or, or, or maybe the bananas are a smiling duck beak! The glass is always half full with EJB!
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