I am fairly certain the only reason I pay as much as I do in rent is because I have a balcony. From my personal terrace I can see all the way to Sacré-Cœur, and at night I can watch the lights dance on the facade of the Tour de Montparnasse. In the summer and fall, I spent most of my at-home time sitting outside. Breakfast, dinner, guitar-playing, reading, spying on my neighbors, all took place on my balcony.
One would think this would get boring. The city doesn’t rearrange itself and the view doesn’t change. Yet from my little terrace, I watched the world transform, summer to autumn to winter.
Here are the past six months, from my balcony:
I can’t wait to see what the next six months will bring…
—Sister Barbara Harce