Moved!

We found a really strange, really old mill apartment on a hill in a really old city and moved ourselves right on in.  No central heating, ditched our queen-sized bed, our sofa, and various and sundry other furniture.  So, the living room is gone, and now I just use the whole space as a studio.  Why not?
Some things are better than our old place, other things are worse.
(No central heating?! What was I thinking?!)
The recycling here is bi-weekly, and we can't seem to get it right, no matter which refuse type or week we put it out on, but no one really cares which side of the street our car is parked on, a far cry from Albany, where that's such an issue, it kept me up at 3 am most Tuesday nights.

The morning this picture was taken, I was up at 6 am with Ash and Emmanuelle.  We were watching birds and having coffee when suddenly the most beautiful, iridescent green, purple and hot pink bird came and fluttered directly in front of the window.  It looked like a fairy princess, and it seemed to be playing.  I figured out it was a hummingbird, but which one is anyone's guess.  I know this story is boring in the recounting, but to experience a tiny, iridescent bird flapping it's way out of the bushes to hover mid-air, in front of your face at six in the morning is just, well, unexpected.