So in stark contrast to the prison which was my room in Beijing, my room here in Paris is quite lovely! It's about the size of a MHC room, for those who want a comparison, but instead of a closet, there are 2 armories...and a fireplace. Once again, I know I live a hard life.
This is my bed. There are birds on the bedspread, which doesn't really go with the pink Paul Frank pillowcase I brought from home. Whatever. The birds also match the drapes on the windows. (The room used to be the youngest son's room.)
My desk , chair, etc. To the left you can see the mantle, and under that is the fireplace. I don't think it's functional - and I'm not going to try it out! - and I have a bar blocking it anyway, so I can hang my coats and stuff. (Remember, no closet.)
The view from the left of my door. (There's a bathroom on the right side of the hallway, and 3 bedrooms on the left side.)View from in front of my room - leads to the front hallway/foyer/everything else in the house.
What's nice in my room - and I don't know if it's intentional or not - is that there are photos of horses and of asian people. (That last bit came out wrong, I know.) They knew beforehand that I'm a rider and that I speak Chinese (...or I did...) so it's nice that there are those photos in my room.
The walls here are padded too...or I mean, I think they are...there's give in them...or maybe I'm just going crazy...hmmm....
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