L'Appartement
If you didn't read my previous entry, scroll down and read that one first : )
To say the least, this place isn't ideal. Every single one of my friends' apartments is better than ours. The floors are noticeably slanted, we live on top of each other, half the things here are broken, and nothing matches. But this is where we call home in this city, and now I wouldn't trade it for anything.
We live at 1 Rue Paul Albert in the 18th arrondissement in an area known as Montmartre. In addition to us, Montmartre is home to le Sacre-Coeur, le Moulin Rouge (and the rest of Paris's sex district), and the largest hills in Paris. It's also where the movie Amelie is set.
If you walk past le Sacre-Coeur...
and up the stairs....
you'll reach our door!
Well not quite, you have to walk up four more flights of stairs once you get inside our building, but close enough. Once inside, you enter a little front hallway where you have the option of going into the kitchen to the right, our room straight ahead, or into charlie's room to the left.
The kitchen is teeny with the bathroom right off of it, also teeny.
Me in the kitchen
Our not-so-coolo breakfast nook
This is our bathroom before Christie scrubbed it and we tossed the moldy shower curtain. I include this picture because it's the best one I have of the toilet seat. Not only does our toilet seat feature dried flowers and pebbles, someone thought it would be cool to sit on spiders as you pee. Those two dark blobs on the seat are SPIDERS. The French have an odd sense of humor.
Here's our cleaner, brighter bathroom with the new shower curtain and the toilet seat beginning to fall apart. It officially broke tonight and we now have to balance the seat on the toilet as we use it until our landlady buys us another.
This is our funky little two step tub. It's very convenient for shaving and for avoiding being scalded as the water shifts from freezing cold, to nice, to way too hot.
Next we come to the room that Christie and I share that doubles as a living room.
We have too much stuff and too little space for that table to ever be clean.
Here's our loft. Christie sleeps up top and I have the little area down below. I really do heart my little privacy sheets and having a little spot to go hide in after a long day.
This is where I sleep, store my books & some clothes, and do all my leisure reading. It's cozy.
Finally we come to Charlie's room. He's lucky and has his own space, but he pays for it.
Living here definitely has it's perks:
The view out Charlie's window
Looking directly downward. You can see the green awning of the little bar that's literally in our building.
The old chimneys of Montmartre against a more modern Paris
More stories and fewer pictures to come in later entries.
To say the least, this place isn't ideal. Every single one of my friends' apartments is better than ours. The floors are noticeably slanted, we live on top of each other, half the things here are broken, and nothing matches. But this is where we call home in this city, and now I wouldn't trade it for anything.
We live at 1 Rue Paul Albert in the 18th arrondissement in an area known as Montmartre. In addition to us, Montmartre is home to le Sacre-Coeur, le Moulin Rouge (and the rest of Paris's sex district), and the largest hills in Paris. It's also where the movie Amelie is set.
If you walk past le Sacre-Coeur...
and up the stairs....
you'll reach our door!
Well not quite, you have to walk up four more flights of stairs once you get inside our building, but close enough. Once inside, you enter a little front hallway where you have the option of going into the kitchen to the right, our room straight ahead, or into charlie's room to the left.
The kitchen is teeny with the bathroom right off of it, also teeny.
Me in the kitchen
Our not-so-coolo breakfast nook
This is our bathroom before Christie scrubbed it and we tossed the moldy shower curtain. I include this picture because it's the best one I have of the toilet seat. Not only does our toilet seat feature dried flowers and pebbles, someone thought it would be cool to sit on spiders as you pee. Those two dark blobs on the seat are SPIDERS. The French have an odd sense of humor.
Here's our cleaner, brighter bathroom with the new shower curtain and the toilet seat beginning to fall apart. It officially broke tonight and we now have to balance the seat on the toilet as we use it until our landlady buys us another.
This is our funky little two step tub. It's very convenient for shaving and for avoiding being scalded as the water shifts from freezing cold, to nice, to way too hot.
Next we come to the room that Christie and I share that doubles as a living room.
We have too much stuff and too little space for that table to ever be clean.
Here's our loft. Christie sleeps up top and I have the little area down below. I really do heart my little privacy sheets and having a little spot to go hide in after a long day.
This is where I sleep, store my books & some clothes, and do all my leisure reading. It's cozy.
Finally we come to Charlie's room. He's lucky and has his own space, but he pays for it.
Living here definitely has it's perks:
The view out Charlie's window
Looking directly downward. You can see the green awning of the little bar that's literally in our building.
The old chimneys of Montmartre against a more modern Paris
More stories and fewer pictures to come in later entries.