I have moved back to Paris, that lovely city where I live. AND I have a studio. My very own place in the city. It is 17m squared, with a mezzanine and a beautiful big window that goes directly onto a private garden for me (if I climb through the window....). It is kind of in rough shape and needs some paint and some love from me but other than that it is parfait! The neighbourhood is lovely too. Exactly where I wanted to be, I'm just by Belleville and Rue des Pyrénées. While walking along Rue Des Pyrénées today I saw the most beautiful street I have ever seen. I don't want to give too many details because it is just so sacred. I can't wait to go back and dream about living in one of the houses on the street. My mouth actually watered and I think my eyes may have teared when I imagined myself having an apartment there. Through the streets of Paris, hidden behind shops and your typical Haussmann apartment you can find secret streets that actually have little houses. Houses in Paris are not easy to find, and when someone told me they existed I didn't believe. But I have seen and I believe and I want. This street that I saw was narrow and had houses at the front just basically touching the street, each with distinct gates and apartments about 3 stories high just behind the house. I apologized to my boyfriend, because I had fallen in love with a street. Apparently the houses and apartments are filled with artists, which is clear just from looking from the street.
This photo does no justice for how nice it is. Use your imagination. It was the only one I could find.
But, an apartment there will not be mine until university is finished and I have a real job with hopefully big pay cheques. And in the mean time I will love and care for my new studio.
