A parisian day. Louvre.

I was lucky to live in a real Parisian apartment right near the Saint-German Boulevard. To be honest I almost became claustrophobian in a 45 m square, with old creaky parquet, big windows with view on a bohemian street, extremely small cast iron balcony, decorative cheminee and gallery walls covered with abstract paintings. Mornings in s such apartment are indescribable. Probable real Parisian people don't even know of such notions as "Евро-Ремонт". It looks like the oldest, eroded one thing is and "powered with time", the greatest its value becomes.

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Bisous,
V.