Bye bye to our old place in Brussels...
But on to Paris!
Our place here is big. Giant really, for people of our (lowly) status! 64 m2! Even the movers remarked on how big it is. It was newly refurbished, so we don't have to deal with rotting cabinets or a crummy old potty. But it sorta lacks character. There are no wooden crossbeams or decorative moldings, but somehow that also seems to give it less of a creep factor (read: ghost potential). The other bummer is that the whole place (except for the bedroom) is tiled, which sorta makes it feel like you're living in a kitchen. But it's nothing a nice area rug can't remedy.
Our place is just off the Republique metro/traffic circle/giant-lady-statue and a couple of blocks from the Canal St-Martin. We are in love with our new neighborhood. The Marais was beautiful and offered everything just outside our door. But it came to feel touristy and too crowded on the weekends. It felt less like my neighborhood and more like everyone else's. Plus, it was all right there, shiny and bright and established. The fun of where we live now is finding all of the good spots. (More on that later.) And it's definitely less touristy (though they do come for the canal), more real, and a smidge gritty.
But back to the apartment. Here are some pics from the day we moved in:
A lesson was learned, however: Never go with the moving company who offers the cheapest bid. So far, only one thing has turned up broken (a serving plate), but we've had a lot of "Are you KIDDING me?" moments while unpacking. Like, glass perfume bottles being thrown together without being wrapped, while tubes of plastic chapstick were lovingly contained in paper. WHAT? They were a buncha dum-dums, for sure.
Handbags, Parfum, Jewels
Jewels?!? How did Zsa Zsa Gabor's boxes get mixed up with mine? I never would have pegged her to take the lowest bidder!
One more thing.