My wife always wanted to have a bachelorette flat, and maybe because I asked her to marry me earlier than I imagined she never got it. To have her space in perfect order, with everything in its best place and in the best way that only some women and men with some kind of psychopathy know how to have. Sometimes she tells me that, although we have a home of our own, in the future she plans to have a separate home of her own, to which I will be invited (I know how to make a wonderful French omelette) or not (I am a healthy, piggy, messy man). Now I fear that if this perfect flat doesn't find a tenant soon, she will leave the house early one morning and rent it under a false name. And I will go there day after day to knock on her door and share an afternoon with her... My Gala in her micro-Poule, my Marie Antoinette of the working-class neighbourhood.
Find out more about this duplex at this report of the BTV programme Connexió Barcelona broadcast in September 2011.
