Home Sweet Home in Beijing
The time to part from Stefanie, and her couch, was coming rapidly. I thus spent the last week-end looking for an apartment. The fourth one that I visited was the right one for me. Affordable and most conveniently located rather near a subway station, the bar street, and the CBD (Central Business District). It would be the equivalent of Rene-Lévesque and Crescent Street for those of you who know Montreal. It is small but cosy. I also have a roommate, Maggie, a young Chinese girl from whom I hope to learn some Mandarin.
Monday morning, I packed my bags and expressed my most sincere gratitude with Stefanie who had the extreme generosity to house me for 3 weeks. A few back packs around my shoulders, a taxi cab and I was there.
My bedroom with a little "greenhouse" which is also going to be my wardrobe.
I also have a nive little desk from where I'm writing these few lines.
Here is our bathroom/shower/laundry room. When you want to shower, all you have to do is lift the toilet seat up, cover the laundry machine with a plastic sheet, and turn on the water heater half an hour earlier and there you go. Come on... admit you are jealous ;-)
There we have a great big mirror in the main room which makes it "bigger".
Here are the entrance is on the left and the kitchen on the right.
The kitchen
It just so happens that my new apartment is directly across that very trendy and cool cafe/library/restaurant which I earlier told you about that rumour was that they were serving poutine at. So for celebrating, I went to verify. I had some difficulty finding it on the menu since they named this very exotic dish, ”Félix Leclerc”. The word “poutine” was in the necessary description that followed. It came with a choice of 3 different kinds of gravy: traditional, bolognaise, and pepper. Wanting to figure out the deepest origins of this piece of my home land, I went with the traditional one. A good 20 minutes later, this parcel of happiness was sitting under my nose in this fancy plate. First Impression: graded cheese. Second impression: the fries seemed good and crispy. They were. However the grave was rather rare and somewhat cool. In fact it was as if the cheese was resting on a bed of fries and the whole on a thin base of gravy. Nonetheless, the experience was generally positive. It was good to eat poutine.
Speaking of exotic meals, here are the scorpions and sea horses on sticks that I was talking about earlier. Looks delicious doesn't it?
Monday morning, I packed my bags and expressed my most sincere gratitude with Stefanie who had the extreme generosity to house me for 3 weeks. A few back packs around my shoulders, a taxi cab and I was there.
My bedroom with a little "greenhouse" which is also going to be my wardrobe.
I also have a nive little desk from where I'm writing these few lines.
Here is our bathroom/shower/laundry room. When you want to shower, all you have to do is lift the toilet seat up, cover the laundry machine with a plastic sheet, and turn on the water heater half an hour earlier and there you go. Come on... admit you are jealous ;-)
There we have a great big mirror in the main room which makes it "bigger".
Here are the entrance is on the left and the kitchen on the right.
The kitchen
It just so happens that my new apartment is directly across that very trendy and cool cafe/library/restaurant which I earlier told you about that rumour was that they were serving poutine at. So for celebrating, I went to verify. I had some difficulty finding it on the menu since they named this very exotic dish, ”Félix Leclerc”. The word “poutine” was in the necessary description that followed. It came with a choice of 3 different kinds of gravy: traditional, bolognaise, and pepper. Wanting to figure out the deepest origins of this piece of my home land, I went with the traditional one. A good 20 minutes later, this parcel of happiness was sitting under my nose in this fancy plate. First Impression: graded cheese. Second impression: the fries seemed good and crispy. They were. However the grave was rather rare and somewhat cool. In fact it was as if the cheese was resting on a bed of fries and the whole on a thin base of gravy. Nonetheless, the experience was generally positive. It was good to eat poutine.
Speaking of exotic meals, here are the scorpions and sea horses on sticks that I was talking about earlier. Looks delicious doesn't it?
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