Life in Paris I

I’ve never lived in an old apartment building before. But ahh….the high ceilings, tiny bathrooms, creaky wooden floors and last but not least….THE GOSSIP. If only I spoke better French. Sitting in my room here in Paris a warm September afternoon I hear voices. Voices without faces or names… but voices with lives and conversations that I have uncensored access to… Looking out the courtyard I see no one but there is quarreling, complaining, clinking noises from a table being set, running water, music and children playing. Suddenly I understand the source of  neighbourhood gossip.