Le cul entre les deux chaises

An American Spaniard in France or: How I Learned to Make an Ass of Myself in Three Cultures


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Foreign to me now: roof decks

In Barcelona, almost all the places I lived in had huge roof decks. They were all bigger than the actual apartments and were also much bigger than any place I lived in the US. Realistically, you could probably hang out there 10 months a year, though you’d need a jacket for a few of those weeks.

That’s totally nuts (and unnatural) to me now. Humans shouldn’t live in places that are hot for so long.

My first place on Sardenya. The deck continued around to the left.

My first place on Sardenya. The deck continued around to the left.

And here’s a fraction of one of my other roof decks in Barcelona.

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