I was sitting on the stairs next to the open door, listening to a realtor from another agency chatting about their foreign client base. Apparently foreign buyers don’t worry about the housing prices as much as we –the locals- do, while we’re more thoughtful and hesitant when buying a property.
He walked out the door in his suit as I greeted him, sitting there, wearing my shorts. I walked in to meet the owners of the apartment. They spoke about their previous tenants: three students from the Balearic Islands –one of them was a model- who were driving the neighbors mad and turning this quiet commune upside down.
I left the place thinking about the importance of living in harmony in a well-suited neighborhood, in a district that feels like a small village where you can enjoy bars and terraces, cinemas and theatres; where the baker greets you by your name while handing you a freshly baked loaf of bread, and where your neighbor looks out for you to stay away from the chaos of the city.
Bus: 20, 39, 45, 47, 55, 114, H8, N4, N6
Suway: Line 4 (Joanic stop)