February of Fun France "Facts" Day 8: Voyeurism Volume I
In my French apartment, the windows are all, figuratively speaking, open; there are no substantial curtains or blinds. Covering my bedroom windows are only horrible, chintzy, transparent odes to privacy; even my door contains an insert of smoked glass. In the bathroom, there is a window (albeit high up, tiny, and generally obscured by steam) that is perpetually naked. So, in theory, my neighbours could be watching me any time I care to leave my lights on. And if Amelie or Mimi Parent is anything to go by, they're probably sitting outside with binoculars. Strangely, this is appeals to my vanity in such a way that it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it probably should.
