La Maison De Montreuil

It’s 12:33 p.m. and I’m starving. Last night, my uncle warned us that my aunt had a meeting in the morning so she would be up earlier than normal – meaning we might hear her earlier than normal. The meeting, it appears, is being held here, in her studio, which is just off the kitchen of the house. After peeking down over the edge of our lofted bedroom, it also appears that the meeting involves a film shoot. Now, I’m afraid to go downstairs.

So, while we’re stuck up here, I’ll take a little time to fill you in on exactly where we’re living.

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