Licence to Crenellate Chapter 10

Finding a place

I sent my mother a postcard to tell her I had a job, but not that I had nowhere to live yet, or that I was so afraid of the life I’d launched myself into that I had an upset stomach every morning for weeks. I look back astonished that I signed a contract I didn’t understand. I lived at that hostel until September surviving on baguette and salad from the Franprix on the corner. Bettina had an exhibition opening in September but would take the middle two weeks of August off.

‘I’m an American living in Paris: I’ll take a vacation but I’m not closing for the whole month!’

The two weeks I worked before she left for the Ile de Re were a whirlwind of getting things done before Paris completely closed down. ‘We have to get all the printing finished and delivered right now!’