The Apartment

I’m finally in the apartment.  And remarkably after a couple of hours it is transformed.  It is small, but it is incredibly cozy.  And there’s a 32 inch TV with an American movie playing as I type this.   A horrible movie but in English nonetheless.  Comprehensible, comforting…anglais.  Andre made a list of cheap places for me to eat and landmarks to visit.  He told me the Monoprix close by is the best grocery store.  He didn’t ask me for the deposit he originally asked for.  But he was late checking me in and the stove top doesn’t work.  I hugged him when he left and that seem to throw him off guard.  Do the French not hug?  He said he’d come have lunch with me in one week if I was lonely.

So what to do next. I definitely have to go grocery shopping.  There’s nothing here.  I’m afraid that this apartment is cozy enough that I could probably stay curled up on this futon for 3 days if I had enough bread and cheese.  There’s even a coffee maker.  I don’t have to talk to anyone.