Tucked away in the burbs of Toulouse, I took the opportunity to snap some pictures of a typical French home while I was helping my girlfriends move out of their host family accommodations, to their new apartment.
The outside of the home, gave no indication as to what would be lurking through the front door, as all the houses on the street seemed to melt into each other. Once inside, I found a peculiar three story dwelling oozing with charm.
The foyer opened on to the kitchen, a small den and living room. The living room was cluttered with what seemed to be everything old and new. A piano, a T.V. tucked inside an armoire and a marvellous staircase leading to the second level that separated off the dining room. Off of the dining room, was the most fabulous mess of a kitchen. The nucleus of which was a well loved butchers block table, fully equipped with crumbs from the mornings breakfast of nutella, yogurt and baguette. Exposed stone walls blended into warm hardwoods, cradling the weeks stock of leeks and onions (how delightfully stereotypical).
Up the first flight of stairs you come across four bedrooms and a bathroom. The master and three girls rooms, were adorned with lust-worthy furniture such as an old card catalogue, a four poster bed, a white wash wire bed, an old artists table and a plethora perfectly paint chipped dressers.
Not to mention the gorgeous swan tilling in the bathroom (which I gushed over for probably ten minutes...sorry girls). Up the last, very tiny, very steep stair case, you found four more spaces. A girls room, a teenage boys room, one miniature bathroom (with an equally miniature celling) and a darling rooftop terrace.
-Ciao, M.C.
