How does one distinguish one Apartment building from the next in Paris you ask? By observing its tenants of course. Henrietta specifically is quite the shrewd Land Lady, and is less interested in money, and more interested in favors to keep her Apartment afloat. A prize fighter, a repairman, a taxman, a lawyer. That’s just the surface, with her strings pulled just right, she really has wanted for nothing. . . Save for a little more on the occasion. -Pascal Hurteau
I could swear. . .
That building looks like her, down to the door, it’s scowling at us for even thinking of being late for the rent. I’m not sure if it’ll burn us alive or turn us to stone.
After you, I insist.
This Place. . .
feels like anything but an apartment. It appears as if everyone is waiting for some grand show to begin.
Just out of sight. . .
You’ll see the shadow of the hotel cook Gavin Winstone lurking around. Grumbling while orders await his taking, at his leisure of course.
Everyone needs…
The occasional fresh breath of air. On the rooftop certain individuals can be seen involved with passionate conversations, or a simple game of cards. Not to mention the unusual height of the building gives a splendid view of the city.