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Ah, this so reminds me of the tiny little kitchen in my Parisian apt in the 20th where I lived for 6 years. Sloping roof, a chipped sink, barely enough room for a fridge. I only had a two ring camping gaz stove and a combination microwave. We used to do barbeques on the little fireplace and grow herbs in the window box in the terrible vis à vis view that we had. I knew everything about my neighbour opposite: when he was alone, the joyful moment when he found a girlfriend, the sadness when she left, his routine, the time he got up, when he shaved or bathed, when he got home from work. The veritable metro/boulot/dodo. Life in Paris is not all romance. And yet we never exchanged a word.
I cooked some pretty good meals in that kitchen nonetheless.