Found our little flat in the Marais, we’re charmed, went out for provisions, returned to a leaking roof. Pots on the floor catching drips, and a blithe host assuring us we can use the extra towels to mop up. Wish you were here.
a (cobbled) postcard from Paris
And I was thinking of getting metal roofing!
We have a metal roof at home! No leaks. But this landscape of rooves (?) is cobbled out of bits and scraps. Apparently a new one for this building is in the works…