The Flat

These are comments I made and put in the wrong place when we arrived. I've tried to cut and paste many times and failed, but here goes again!

Our flat. It is on the second level of a building which looks newer than the surrounding ones. The flat itself is cozy, lots of blue and yellow patterns on cushy furniture. Lots of books, good ones, and chotzkies on shelves, lots of prints, maybe etchings, on the walls, and a drawing of a dog who looks a lot like Stella. The bathroom has a number of cat pictures, many of whom bear resemblance to Artie. And the owner, who, we are told, is an elderly Italian contessa, has family pictures out, too. In one, she is a bride and bears quite a resemblance to Mom in her bride pictures. So I am surrounded by the almost familiar here in faraway London.
The weather has run a gamut from kinda warm (Sunday evening) to very cool. There has been a bit of rain. Mostly, it is delightful. We sleep with windows open, no screens, inviting in tiny flying insects I worried were mosquitoes, but they didn't bother me and upon close inspection this morning (they died by the window after I'd closed it) they are transparent green and don't have a proboscis. The sounds from the street, city sounds, last into the night so it is noisy, but in a good kind of way, somehow.