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i keep forgetting you guys don't know where we live.

this is a shot of our building. we're above a store that sells 250€ men's shoes. i'm not sure why we're allowed to live here. you can walk three doors down to a fancy restaurant/club that has 12€ cocktails. i don't think we'll ever go there. but people do, and they come out smashed at 1:30 in the morning. people like to get stumbly and loud around here. and we like to watch them from the window above. we like to get stumbly and loud too, but we can't afford it. beers are 5€ at a bar. a bottle of wine at home is 3€. as a result, we have to do our recycling often.

this is miss in front of our big wooden door. you can't open it with the weight of your body. you put the key into a small slot on the right and turn and a big creaky electric door opener grinds for 30 seconds and grudgingly opens up for you. honestly i fell in like with the apartment before i ever saw the inside because of this door. there's a whole chapter in Sixty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong about the french love of grandeur. the door is it and i love it.

this is a plane tree. they're all over the place and have really beautiful bark. apparently they're the same thing as sycamore trees. i'm not sure if they're special or not, but my pop was asking about them and i just found out what they are. they line the quaintest-of-the-quaint street, Rue de Teinturiers, that you'll see if you visit here, next to a small canal with water wheels. then you'll like them too.