The New Joint

Here are some photos of our new apartment, where everything begins fresh.

Here is the view as we walk--or rather, squeeze--in. Mostly stairs and books. The pink kitchen beckons from beyond with the scent of cherry-fennel soup. The tower of paint buckets means that in Germany, where it is difficult to throw anything away, we must wait for a magic moment for these to disappear.

Yes, I wanted the kitchen pink. I love this pink kitchen, and also the pot rack over my head made from and iron door grill, which makes me feel like a gourmet cook. The upturned plate on the cooktop conceals a huge crack which occured during the move. The potholders are honeycombed hexagons--love them. I might have to re-think the cheap green throw rug.

What was great was: how Michael helped me hang up almost everything, drilling like a wild man, for days on end. No more waiting eight months between each home improvement!

More later...