Truth be told, I don’t mind living in small spaces; in fact, I prefer them over cavernous loft-like spaces, because for one thing, there’s less area to clean and fewer places for lost things to hide. My new Paris apartment, at just 50 square metres, or 538 square feet, is probably tiny to some, but with large windows in every room and very high ceilings, it seems much grander than it is.
My kitchen is long and narrow and more V-shaped than what one might expect, but I’ve learned not to expect right angles or anything that might be steady or reliable — just last week, I had to pay 100 euros to a locksmith to open my closet door, its skeleton key stubbornly lodged in its nearly century old case.
There isn’t much room in my kitchen, and I try to keep my back to the cabinetry, which if awards were given for the ugliest kitchen on earth, this one would certainly win a prize. Who designs a kitchen with red and gray alternating cabinet doors? I’m not even going to show your photos right now because it would surely make your eyes ache.