My Apartment

I moved into my apartment this afternoon and am completely thrilled!!! It’s absolutely perfect—bright, airy, and very, very French. (I'm not even sure what that means, but it is.)

My very French apartment:

























The apartment is located on a picturesque little square that, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to have a name. But it DOES have a very pretty fountain, so in the interest of developing a practical nomenclature, I’ll be calling it Pretty Fountain Square.

Pretty Fountain Square, as viewed from my apartment:













This evening, I’ll be heading out for my very first dinner, followed by a trip to the local farmers’ market (which is surprisingly open until 9pm) to stock up on fruits, veggies, and more importantly, bread and cheese. Dinner will be at Bistrot Vivienne, primarily because it’s located in one of the few remaining 19th-century arcades—covered pedestrian walkways lined with restaurants and boutiques that were developed to allow pedestrians to shop and dine free of the mud and muck that was apparently rampant in Paris at the time.

More tomorrow!

P.S. Since I’ll be eating solo, I’m taking my book so I don't look too sad to the happily paired and grouped diners. By the end of this trip, however, I intend to be a fierce and fearless solo diner who cares NOT what the neighboring tables think!