A little E.M. Forster-y, but this is the view from my window.The building on the corner with the yellowish brick and gray rooftop is the Institute Catholique, where I'll be taking my classes. And where I was also subjected to a comprehension placement test today where for the life of me I couldn't figure out if freakin' Pierre Fosse was a gardener or an architect and why he called his neighbors crazy.
On the good side, it's only half-a-block away, which means I only have to get up early enough to find the shower key and make it down to nun breakfast. Then I can leisurely walk the two minutes to class in classic flanneur fashion.
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