It looks like our apartment is being sold. We have first right of refusal to buy, but sadly, because of us(!) we can’t afford it. One of the estate agents that passed today to set the price, ignorant to the fact that we would like to buy the apartment ourselves, told me solemnly that essentially, thanks to our good taste and how well we keep the apartment, he’ll be able to sell it quickly for a good (meaning high €) price.

“Great!” I said. And I’ve been cursing him, and us, and my need to always have fresh flowers around, ever since.

If we can’t buy the property, the next best thing would be that it’s an investor who buys the property, that way maybe they’ll agree to an extension of our lease. If not, we’ll be leaving Paris sooner than we expected. Now I know that will affect some of you people, so if you want us to stay long enough to get your chance to come kip on our floor, you better start praying for a positive outcome, either for us to win the lottery, or no-sale, or a kind investor who lives far far away and who is happy to have two perfect tenants until May 2011!

We’re counting on you.