I will start by saying that we are very grateful to Conrad for letting us stay in his apartment in Paris this past weekend. It was centrally located and on a street filled with shops and restaurants and great cafes for people watching.
But, that being said, his apartment was dirty. And not just dirty to me because I'm used to Zürich's levels of cleanliness, but really seriously dirty. Conrad definitely had not cleaned it since he moved in a year ago ... and most likely the tenant before him had never cleaned it either. I did a lot of dry heaving every time I entered his bathroom and Esther had to take off her glasses every time she went in there so she wouldn't be able to see how dirty it was. She actually sprayed the entire bathroom down with bleach when we got there, but it didn't help. And he had no cleaning materials! No mop or broom or sponge or even paper towels.
Let's start with the look of his front door and front hallway:
We definitely were not in Switzerland anymore!
And here's his mannequin (it's his landlady's, but still interesting that it has to stay in his studio apartment):
The apartment, how it looked when we first got there. We left it slightly neater and cleaner than we found it, but not by much because we weren't willing to buy cleaning materials to deal with it:
The excessively long, about 3 feet wide, front hallway that also doubled as a closet that you could barely walk through without tripping on something:
And don't get me started on the funny smell coming from around his fridge. We cleaned out the rotten stuff in the fridge, but the smell didn't go away so I think something died behind the fridge that we couldn't see or get to.
And that's where we stayed during our 48 hours in Paris.
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