Five months ago I read a headline on the Paris Blog inviting me to "Save Petite!"
Catherine, aka Petite Anglaise, had been fired for blogging and alarms were sounding all around the sphere. It wasn't clear what readers were meant to do - how exactly we were supposed to save her - but she ended up somehow with a two book deal from Penguin.
It's my turn now to summon the mighty power of the internet. My request, however, is more modest, and I have clear directions for my rescue:
Le Meg needs an apartment!
Some of you readers have discerned a shift - a bit of personal upheaval - between the lines of my recent posts. Thank you for the many encouraging comments regarding this new direction. My favorites include:
"You're only interesting when you mock yourself,"Point taken: my soft underbelly is not in high demand. You want snark. Self-deprecation. More talk about vagina.
"Your last three posts are dysentery," and
I can give you this. But I want something in return:
A studio or one bedroom apartment. Short-term, long-term, furnished, un-furnished, shared or solo, I'm a little bit pressé.The gorgeous 40 m eden that I had arranged in Montmartre just fell through. The occupants, on the same day I was to sign, decided not to move. So I found myself yesterday looking at 10 m hovels and contemplating the potential of a hot plate.
To quote Peggy Lee, "is that all there is?"
Surely you must know of something. Make my dreams come true at email@example.com and I promise to write you daily missives depricating my own vagina. What more could you want?
Wait, don't answer that.
A few specs, in answer to your questions:
1) The dog is not coming with me.
2) 750 for something beautiful and 500 for a dump.
3) North/east Paris preferred (9-11, 18-20), but I'm flexible.
4) ASAP or in January; temporary, shared and housesitting OK.
5) I can cook.