So I moved into my 'new' apartment. I really don't mind old buildings, quite the contrary, but hadn't quite realized the scope of the quirks that inevitably come with them. In this case, the building at 3, rue Molière in Versailles has been built probably around the mid 1910's, and the charm of the apartment emanates from the high ceilings, the tall windows, and the beautiful hardwood floor, including the way it cracks under your feet as you shuffle your way along the long-sought after apartment. However, one of the unexpected quirks that comes with this apartment is the downstairs neighbour. This 50 y.o. woman has made it one of her favourite sports to complain about the noise (le
boucan) that we make, sometimes coming up to tell us to turn the music down (it is never on loud), more often yelling at us through her ceiling (our floor) to stop
walking. She complains after 10pm on a week night, fine. She complains at noon on a sunday, that's going too far. (Now you are thinking "Look Claire: we don't give a monkey's poopoo about your downstairs neighbour. This is not
your blog") Well people, I ask you, that's right, YOU, who probably have had more bitchy downstairs 50 y.o. neighbours than I have, What should I do? I mean, I'm already just hanging out in my kitchen rather than my room after 10pm, and when I tiptoe in with my socks through the shortest route from my door to my bed, I still get yelled at. Obviously this woman tolerates very little noise, but I think she's overplayed the guilt card (3 steps and then: "Stop walking around,
merde! Can't you think about the others?!!"). I've been quicking around the idea of yelling back at her: "Shut up, I want to sleep!", or going down to tell her that she should stop harassing us (at this point, it's harassment, I'd have to check the books to make sure though). What do you guys think? You can email me directly, I'm open to any suggestion. (I have a feeling Paul has a good one).