Ahhh, the coveted balcony. Le Balcon. Your own personal yard
is basically obsolete in Paris. We are apartment dwellers here in Paris. Even
if you live on the bottom floor and have a little garden, it will be the size
of a postage stamp. So, these balconies, these terraces, these little gardens
are golden. They are your connection to the outside world. The connection to your
sanity. I have noticed three different types. First, there is the basic wrought-iron
railing. Basically all you can do with this is hang a planter filled with
flowers. Geraniums seem to be the flower of choice for that. Secondly, there is
the little Juliet balcony. Big enough for potted plants, potted trees and
topiaries, but not big enough for a table or chair. Thirdly, the terrace. With
a terrace, you have enough room for a little bistro table and maybe two chairs.
Lastly, the “I’m rich garden.” If you have a little garden in Paris,
congratulate yourself.
incredible photo of Frances courtesy of Heather Clawson of Habitually Chic
My little kitten, Frances, loves, loves, loves to sit all
day on my balcony and watch the world go by. I like to go past her and say, “You’re
Welcome.” She then likes to look at me and say, “F*ck you.”
So, we’ve come to the end of my Parisian apartment tutorial.
There will be a quiz. I thought I
would wrap it up tomorrow by showing you some of my favorite Parisian
apartments and maybe a few glimpses of my apartment.
