9. Victor Hugo :- AKA “Demanne”

My husband was more enchanted with this than I was. I think he was just beginning to panic mildly and it’s true that it wasn’t awful. One selling point was that you had an elevator access all to yourself. One drawback was the graffiti in the elevator. I preferred to think it was an adolescent vs. a gang tag especially given the upscale neighborhhood in the 16th. The kitchen was seriously “vide” with just an outlet for the water around which you could build your own sink. We nicknamed the broker “Demanne” because he was a Southerner and that’s how he said “demain” or tomorrow. We deposited our dossier, but we never even heard from him “demain” or ever again.