As promised

The apartment.

The place belongs to a retired navy officer, whose nameplate is still on the door.  He has antique furniture and tchotchkes all over the place, including a glass case of vases and bowls and a crystal model of Mecca. Apparently this is about average for a middle class family.  It feels like 7 or 8 people could live quite comfortably here, but it’s just the two of us. Maybe this just means we’ll have to have people over a lot to fill the space.

the bedroom I’m staying in: more space means I am a lot more likely to keep the place tidy, since any mess becomes an immediate eyesore.  

Echo echo echo…