mon appartement Parisien

l'appartement Parisien

As you see in the photos (I hope), the apartment is austere, but very adequate. It's amazing how much storage the French can fit into these tiny apartments. You can't see it, because it's all built into the walls. It's probably the most comfortable and efficient apartment I've had yet, but there's one disappointment, and it's a big one - the windows face other windows across the small court and looking down, all I see is the roof of a small building that has been built into the courtyard. When I saw the photos in the ad, I could see that there were the tall windows that I love, but I was surprised to see that they were nearly covered by curtains - now I know why. If I would ever learn to pay attention to my instincts, I'd never make any mistakes!
The t.v. gets only one channel, news which repeats the same stories over and over incessantly. If I don't learn French by the time I leave here, there's no hope for me! I can tell you every detail of the Maddie McCann "kidnapping."
Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny day, although I couldn't tell until I got outside. I attended a free concert in the parc Vincennes, a place I'd never visited before. It's a beautiful venue for concerts, among a large variety of gardens, ponds, sculptures, etc. Afterward I had a so-so dinner at le petit Bofinger. I don't think it lives up to its big brother, but it was there and so was I.
The fog in my brain finally lifted yesterday. I had been going through the motions for two days before that, but I had trouble getting my bearings and ended up walking miles and miles unintentionally. Wish I had thought to put on my pedometer. Yesterday everything seemed to come into focus and I felt comfortable and at home.
I'll fill you in about Paris fashions another time. Adieu.