Attic Apartment, Le Marais [Review]
The apartment was a dream come to life. The streets and
surrounding areas were appropriately romantic, and seemingly without
fast food outlets, superstores and garish advertising.
I arrived late in the afternoon on the Sunday of a French holiday
weekend. As I had read online that I was responsible for the
necessities for the apartment (it is not a serviced hotel), I
realized I had to go on a mission for toilet paper. I eventually
found some at a fruit market, along with wine, and then I got lost on
the way back to the attic, and when I finally made my way back,
Tatiana rang and came to drop off.. more toilet paper (she had meant
to earlier). :>
I found it more difficult to photograph anything in the streets of
Paris than any other place. While I was there, there was something of
a heatwave, and in early May the restaurants and cafés were utilizing
open air patios and seating, such that the patrons looked out onto
the streets at passersby. It was a time of year when the streets
themselves were not crowded, and so the eye would naturally be drawn
to a lone person walking along. My ability to cope with this
fluctuated. Also, because of the temperatures, the clothes I had
wanted to wear in Paris were not suitable. :> And unfortunately, I
lack the skill of shopping.
I spent a couple of days in the attic drinking merlot, looking at
art books and singing with my Imaginary Friend.
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