A friend of mine will soon be Paris-bound to live in an inspiring Left Bank attic garret (pardon the redundancy) to write poetry. It’s a residency managed by a non-profit of some sort. I think she’s getting it rent-free.
I’m envious. Should I be? We have an attic here on the farm. It’s much more like the stereotypical artist’s garret than her posh 182-square-foot top-story d...
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