Cheryl gave me a set of keys when I arrived at “Le Moulin à Nef.”
I feel like a medieval prison matron carrying around these heavy antique keys.
The large ones lock my bedroom and the back doors of the Maison V. The smaller ones are contemporary keys for the front doors to the studio building and the Maison.
These keys come with a leash—a long blue VCCA lanyard—so they won’t get lost.
The door to my studio is more complicated. The entry has a little padlock to lock when I’m outside. From the inside, there’s a trendy orange belt keeping me safe.
It’s not exactly a fort, but it is a space of my own, or, as in the French translation of the Virginia Woolf essay, “Une Chambre à Soi.”