Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Blood, sweat and Swedish do-it-yourself furniture

One thing you learn very quickly when you move to Paris: when someone you know, be it a work colleague, a friend or even just an acquaintance, has a car and is going to Ikea, you change your plans, drop everything and offer up your firstborn child to be certain to get a spot in the backseat, knowing full well it could be months before another opportunity presents itself...


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