Long overdue: photos of my Parisian digs

This is the main portion of my apt.  One room.  Behind me (and the camera) is the door leading out of the apt.  I am standing in the far corner of the same wall that the table is against.  To my left is a portion of wall of equal width to the wall with the window in it.  Behind that green chair on the left there is a small closet (though larger than the closet I have in Boston.  The door leading to the kitchen is on the other side of the table from where I stand.

This is the kitchen.  Yep.  that's the whole thing.  I am standing in the door that seperates it from the rest of my apt.  If you look closely you can see the two burners that I cook on.  No oven.  Instead, refrigerator.  Tiny, but sufficient for one lone person.  Ok.... so that's really all to be said of that.
This is my bathroom.  My shower.  My sink.  My toilet.  After all the apts I saw with the toilet down the hall, I cannot describe to you how happy it makes me that this is all mine, mine, mine, mine.  

mine. mine mine mine. mine. mine mine mine mine mine mine mine.  

Yeah, it's tiny but incase you haven't caught on, it's *all* mine.  I have never spent more than a few short months living by myself and I have to admit, as much as I have some great friends that came out of roommates, I really am loving living alone.  I mean really, how can you beat the joys of doing dishes in your undies?  =)