After signing the papers as proxy for our new co-owner, Juli McCue, we
came back to a whole ‘nother place than the one we left. Instead of going
directly up three flights to our apartment on the top floor and closing the
door behind us as usual, we took out the clusters of keys we’d just been
handed and unlocked all the doors on the vast rez-de-chaussée or ground
floor, which has been locked and bolted against us for three years, and
made a triumphant and thorough inspection. Now you can see the “bones”
of the place, and you can freely imagine what it will look like once our
building is transformed into—
LA MAISON DES ARTS ET LETTRES
