Parisian garret

I stayed last night in the apartment of David (friend of CP’s who was not needing it that night). It is up seven flights of stairs, tucked under the eaves of a building looking onto Place de Breteuil. From the small balcony you can see rooftops in all directions, and above these, the tip of the Eiffel Tower and the dome of Les Invalides. So romantic!

My dear friend from England Caroline joined me for the night, and then all day today. I have just returned home from seeing her off on the Sunday evening Eurostar back to St Pancras in London. It has rained ALL DAY!

We fell in love with this little flat, decorated like “a curiousity shop” (as said the owner, with pride). It is filled with beautiful things, unusual kitsch, objets d’arts, pictures, artwork, dolls, mirrors…