The Apartment

Here is a look at our apartment.

Front entry (the door is on the left).  Looking down the hall to the bedrooms.
The living room is on the right side of the wall.

Long hall from the front entry to the toilet and kitchen.

Toilet room.  Yes, it is a room with just a toilet in it.

The Ikea kitchen.  The cupboards go all the way to the ceiling and even I need
a stool to reach them.  The kitchen was recently remodeled.
I hear the original one was pretty old and gross.

Other wall of the kitchen.  Ignore the overflowing garbage can.

Kid's room.  These are double size beds.  Isaac sleeps on top and Libby and Luke
typically both sleep on the bottom.

Here they are.  I can't tell if they fell asleep holding hands or
punching each other.

The 3rd bed in their room hardly ever gets used.
Out that window you can see the top of the Eiffel tower.

Director's bedroom.  As the director's spouse I'm also allowed to sleep here.

Laundry room/bath room.

Dining room.  Full of lots of chairs for student get-togethers.
At least a third are broken (chairs, not students).

Living room

Horrible closet, which includes 2 old twin mattresses and at least 20 gross pillows.
The first week we were here I hit my head on the shelf on the right so hard that it hurt for days.
I've also it my head on the kitchen cupboards which seem to be
right at forehead level and strangely out of my line of vision.

Ceiling in our bedroom.
We've spent hours looking at this ceiling trying to figure out the strange noises we hear every night.
Our current theories are:  1. A crazy, yet persistent, person playing a horrible joke by periodically hitting a pipe with a hammer for hours every night.   2.  A Princess Bride style R.O.U.S. roaming the floor above us.
3.  The banging of pots and pans from the dishwashing station at the neighboring restaurant. 

View from the street.  We are the 3 windows above the paper shop.

View out the living room window.  The stairs in front go down to the metro.