The door to our building is located right between two restaurants: Le Boeuf d'Argent (The Silver Steer) and the oddly named Happy Friends Family
I am fascinated by the door to our building. It's equipped with some kind of ancient hydraulic jack that automatically (but veeeery, veeeery slowly) opens it at the push of a button, and it is prominently labeled "DO NOT PUSH" on the outside and "DO NOT PULL" on the inside. Aaron's theory is that the jack is not really necessary (due to the weight of the door, or whatever), but at the time it was put in it was probably at the cutting edge of cool front door technology.
The front door also has a note to curious tourists that our building does not contain any traboules, so they should not try to come inside looking for any. (Apparently, discovering these semi-hidden passageways that cut through many buildings in Lyon is a popular tourist pastime in Lyon. We haven't gone looking for them yet.) There is, however, an interior courtyard such as most old apartment buildings in France seem to have.
Come on in!
Bathroom complete with shelves, a normal-sized sink, and even a bathtub!
Living room
Aaron's new work area (in the living room); behind the wall you see here is the bedroom, and up above is a little reading/napping/guest loft
Bedroom -- it has no windows to the outside, just a little window that opens up to the living room
Reading loft
View of living room from loft
Kitchen -- hurrah for the large table and decent-sized refrigerator!
One of the best things about this apartment is that it is full of the owners' interesting artifacts and decorations that they have presumably gathered on their travels over the years. A few of my favorites are below.
Collection of coral and shells in the corner of the living room
Nifty decorative eggs and small dried gourds carved with Chinese art and calligraphy
The interesting chess board on which Aaron and I played a game last night (the first chess game for both of us in a long, long time!)
And here is my favorite random surprise while we were unpacking yesterday -- look what we found in one of the closets!
(Note to readers who don't know why this is exciting: my mom's name is Elvi; it's a Finnish name. Apparently it's also the name of a British clothing company that is now in the midst of clearance sales prior to going out of business. Hurry to place your order at www.elvi.co.uk -- stocks are limited! One penny postage on orders of £150 or more!)
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