This is a new word for my French friends and perfectly describes the state of my apartment. I moved in on Sunday, with Tarek’s help, but for the moment it feels more like camping out than moving in.
The worst is that we have a 6 pm curfew, which means all shops must close then. Yesterday I had my first delivery—-of pretty good Chinese food—though it took an hour to arrive.
I am enjoying some of the particularities of the building. The elevator, for example, is vintage. I expect Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant to step off.