It is telling about the French or maybe about my landlord and his assorted tenants.
Here are the contents the china cabinet in this apartment:
26 white wine glasses
5 champagne flutes
12 red white glasses (i use for white bc they are bigger and less likely to topple over onto my computer as I drink and blog)
3 water pitchers
6 tiny juice glasses
4 mugs - one is marked "Star Trek"
2 cafe au lait mugs - I use them everyday for my huge morning tea
2 bowls, and plenty of plates.
Yes, 43 wine glasses, for an apartment that has a maximum capacity of 12 people.
Oddly, the pillowcases have cats on them. And not just any cats, but creepy cartoon cats wearing sneakers. This I really don't understand. After a few restless nights, I put them into the cabinet where they can't cause feline-related nightmares. If you are coming to visit, you might want to bring a pillowcase (this means you, Nancy), or you will be sleeping with Irvin or Nigel - I don't like those cats, but I named them anyway.
The toilet room sink - the bathroom and toilet room are on opposites sides of the apartment - is extremely small and resembles a urinal. It is probably the only sink that would fit, but I find myself walking across the apartment to wash my hands. The toilet works fine, which is not always true for Paris apartments, but I can't seem to get the hang of it. Don't read this next sentence if you are grossed out with toilet talk. I need to sit more forward, but I can't seem to remember this, so I have to clean skidmarks off back of the bowl every morning. Such a little thing, but I promise my visitors that I take pride in the pristine condition of that bowl, no scary surprises. And I promise not to post any photos of my mistakes.
Scott, my landlord, reads this blog, so I hope he doesn't mind, but these things continually crack me up.