is a sluggish end of July on the capital. We test the answering of which the diodes are blocked to 0, we verify that there is dial tone on phone line, we will send itself to e-mails to make sure it does not bug the ISP level.
The traditional summer transhumance empty Paris of its wealthiest residents. Tired of the negative answer to the few visitors who enter the agency (we have blocked the door open) and looking for studios to let "good and not too expensive" is toying with the idea of going to the exploration, history of fresh air. I look at the stack of flyers, my watch out. The sky turns gray as my wish, I wait a little longer.
In my drawer, the left, I keep a collection of "flyers" filed by my "colleagues" in the mailboxes.
Gleaned during my travels this is impressive mound of evidence, a sort of ode to stupidity and waste generated by the theory of the hypothetical return of a thousand.
Bah! All is not lost, I do not know if it's psychological or content but since I consulted in the bathroom I have no problem with constipation.
Two weeks ago I had the same chance of getting the pearl, ze flyer of the year! I've seen a lot, some worse than others and boat but it exceeds the lot, the "100 minutes to convince you "is an AOC, a great vintage!
After it is surprising that the image of the profession is what this is!
This post is signed on 31 July but I have not finished than now. Truth is stranger than fiction and often three weeks have been pretty ungrateful for not succumbing to the blues, coming home I feel like my energy on IVAO (scaring the birds) than talk about real estate.
And then there were all these messages of encouragement for me, the insignificant pilotaillon Sunday, Realtor by accident and we do not hate it after all. Thanks from the heart (it's good to feel human ;-)
Next episode: the swan song?
diary of a realtor in Paris 
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