I was an Anaïs Nin fan after reading her many volumes of diaries. It was imperative, then, that when I visited Paris, I had to see her former house, the place she described in her writing as both a prison and a refuge. The small village was easy enough to get to but I thought I would never find her house. There were no signs, as this was certainly not a tourist attraction, but I eventually found my way. What I found was the house she had written about with longing that had a sole plaque on the wall in her honour. I tried to peak around the walls and saw some movement in the backyard before walking away. It was an uneventful trip but somehow worth it, as I got to see the house she spent a few years living in. There were rumours of it being bought by a developer and split into 3 lots for new real estate. I have no idea what ever happened with that, but I’m glad I saw the house when I did.Photo: Plaque on the outside wall of Anaïs Nin's old house
