(That's Chinese studying, if you couldn't tell.)Crappy pictures of my room: the giant window looks out onto the courtyard in the interior of the building.
There is also a wall of closets. Lots of closets. For all the clothes I am going to purchase. (Kidding.)
I went to the Marche aux Puces (flea market) at St.-Ouen this morning, which was probably a forty-minute metro ride, plus lots of walking. Half of it was clothes (nasty knockoffs, etc.) and the other half was divided between antique furniture (cool, but at present I have little need for it) and things I actually wanted to look at -- old books, posters, postcards, vintage clothes, shoes, jewelry (less of those last three). Mom, I now know exactly where to take you to look for ceramics.
I have no pictures of the flea market, because I didn't bring my camera with me (or my ipod, or much money); I was so afraid I was going to get pickpocketed. I'm pretty good about guarding my bag, but still. Anyway, the only thing I bought was a present for Cedric, and once I ask him if he wants it to be a surprise or not, I will post a picture of it (or not). It's pretty sweet, in my humble opinion.
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