When I first moved in with Olivier, this little apartment in Montmartre looked more like a Rubik’s Cube than an apartment.
The living room was Easter yellow, the foyer, an obnoxious bright orange. Or, what I like to call “traffic cone orange.” These areas were of course taking attention away from the purple bedroom and the bright green kitchen with the fire-engine red floor.
What baffled me the most was that the little room with the toilet was painted brown. I always assumed that this was intended to provide inspiration for the occupant.
Naturally, we’ve spent plenty of time over the past year working on repairs and some more visually friendly color schemes, so as to avoid any more sensory overload in the eyes.
So, if anyone has any illusions as to life in Paris being at all glamorous…
…if that is not enough to convince you, then maybe a shot of yours truly doing an impression of a high school janitor in her husband’s pants can convince you.
