There are 3 amazing cafes that are always bustling day and night, and I just stare at them and think, "This is France. Oh how magical you are." Here I tried to sneak a photo of one of them & I turned out almost sideways bc I didn't want to look like Super Tourist, but eventually I'll take some real pictures. Not trying to be artsy. Just sneaky.
This is the adorable blue door to my building, sandwiched conveniently in between one of the best Italian gelato shops in Europe and a Chinese place.
Once I walk through the door, there are mailboxes and then a glass door that I have to unlock with a key. I then walk past a set of stairs (which I accidentally went up while moving in, hauling my 4,000 lb suitcase filled with bricks up the stairs and thinking “I never want to do this again. I will have to live here forever.”…only to realize I had gone up the wrong set of stairs, and did, indeed, have to do it all over again in the correct stairwell).
I walk through courtyard #1, which I love:
Everyone sigh together. I know I just did.
I walk across these big uneven cobblestones, wondering how old they are, who has walked across them, how long have they been here?
Looking back, that door on the end is the door to the Chinese restaurant’s kitchen. It smells delightful and I always hear the clanking in the kitchen and have a momentary daydream about the day when I’ll walk through the back door, pop my head in the kitchen, and be like “Hey guys!!”, and then they give me free dumplings and other stuff because we’re cool with each other and they love me. I do some dishes, fry up something on the wok, and walk out again with something awesome. Long ways away from that, in case you’re wondering. There’s only one guy who even recognizes me enough to say “Bonjour” when I’m walking by. But usually I’m just another random customer as far as anyone is concerned.
Then more ancient stone walkways…and up the stairs to my apartment.
And then ta-da!! My apartment!! (door on the right)