It is an understatement to say that my apartment in Bordeaux was ideal. It had the classic, rustic French charm with an artist's touch. The floors creaked, the doors used vintage keys, the bell tolls from the church filled the rooms, and the tall windows opened onto views of old shops who's painted signs were fading. It was perfect.
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Views from our apartment |
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The art studio |
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My room mate's room |
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The hallway with two of our cats |
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My room |
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Bathroom sink |