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paris, photography, pigalle

Holy shit, I live in Paris.
For several months, the front of our building had been covered with scaffolding and plastic tarps and guys doing all kinds of repair work. This started just after I moved back to France in September. The work has finally finished and the scaffolding was gradually removed over the last few days. I just realized I hadn't really gone out onto our balcony at all since I'd moved in. I was on the phone with my mom yesterday and I wandered idly out onto the balcony for the first time in months, and I was greeted with the sight of the Eiffel Tower, about a mile away. I'd more or less forgotten it was there, and what's more, being on the phone with my mom at the time made me forget I was in France, so the sight of the tower practically gave me an aneurysm. How the hell did I end up in Paris? What's going on here? What a weird life I have.

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We live on the fifth floor. Directly below, you can see my little street, Rue André Antoine. And further out there you can see Place Pigalle and the Boulevard de Clichy running left-right, and we're facing south here, so the Moulin Rouge is a couple blocks off to the right. That's the Folies Pigalle across the street (with the red sign), and the Sexodrome is obscured behind the buildings on the right side there. I love my neighborhood.

Edit: Fifteen minutes after I took this photo, the sky turned gray and it's started hailing! I've never seen hail in Paris before.