La Vie Bohême

Alright, so here's my living situation. I live in an honest-to-God garret studio apartment. It's just like La Bohême, except without the, you know, poverty. This is my bedroom--it came furnished, but of course I made a few changes. I got new bedding, including some lovely French linen sheets and a beautiful shawl hand-embroidered with feathers to go over the end of the bed. I got the antique kilim rug from a Turkish dealer in St-Germain-du-Pres. For the walls, I got a book of bird illustrations back home for about 10 bucks at Borders, then cut out all the pages and collaged them on the walls. Are you sensing a theme? There are peacock feathers embroidered on the towels, too. A little matchy, but the beauty of it is that I won't have time to get tired of it before I move.That's the Rodolfo Dordoni lamp by the bed, on a cutwork linen cloth bordered with handmade lace. Pretty, huh? I feel less out of place when there are things that I like around me.
This is the kitchen. It's pretty servicable, although I don't have an oven. You can see the door to the bathroom though the curtained doorway--it's also servicable (I have a washing machine, which is something of a coup). I tried making espresso in the stovetop boiler once, and it was a total disaster. I'll let you know if that progresses.

The main attraction, obviously, is the location. This is the view out the front kitchen window: the Petit Pont, Seine, and Notre Dame. It's kind of the middle of the tourist district, so it can be loud. But, hey, pretty!
This is the view out the bedroom window. Down the street, with the gothic arches? That's St Severin. I'm still going there almost every day. I like to sit there and read. It's so beautiful and peaceful. I'm only a few blocks south to the building at the Sorbonne where I'll be taking classes. And the rue de Mouffetard, where all the food shops are, is about eight blocks to the west.
That's about it for my apartment. Indira says hi.