Home is no Europe

A sneak peek to the new apartment I’ve been meaning to post something about.

 

 

After a month, I’m pretty much settled in. Arranging the books I dragged from France on my table to look sophisticated, putting my favourite 1950’s chair  and vinyl player carefully to their place, and throwing some pillows on the bed is what it took. The old map of Europe from Moko is apparently there to remind and mock me by ending at southern Sweden. Eh, Finland…

 

 

To top it all off, there to remind me are my favourite souvenirs; the ones I wear every day, as well as a card of a Modigliani painting from the Orangerie museum and another from Switzerland. Now who said I miss living in Paris…

 

Maybe more later, because tomorrow I’m off to – oh yes, Flow, and a weekend of great music!