So, the apartment was a hell of workers, sanding, plastering patchwork and destruction. After 3 days with Mme Lassoued, I had to get out. Not that it wasn’t thoughtful and kind of her to allow me to stay, it was. And not that it wasn’t just a whole lotta fun, it wasn’t. But I had to get there early in the morning and get working. I had only a month before I was to return home. Chez Lassoued, it was early morning pandemonium, followed by breakfast pandemonium, followed by getting dressed pandemonium, you see where I am headed. We’d arrive at the apartment at noon. The workers in the meantime stood around smoking and commenting on everything. the French love to comment and opinionize about everything no matter if it concerns them or not.
So I moved in. It was freezing, the bed was filled with plaster dust. The whole place smelled like linseed oil which is not my favorite odor. I had to ask the workers not to smoke in the place.
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