When Gergö left for the office this morning he was gone for all of 2 minutes. Our neighbour told him there’s water in the lobby downstairs and even put up some tape, so people wouldn’t step in by accident. The floor is dark marble and you couldn’t really see the water. Gergö estimated about 5 cm of water at this point.
At this point the janitor was informed and was still calmly planting flowers in the front yard. Gergö decided to stay home and work from home.
Some time during the morning a large truck showed up. I thought it would be sapeur-pompiers but it was a city of Palaiseau truck.
They started to pump the water, but gave up pretty soon.
A different truck showed up and put up road diversion signs on concrete bricks as a little runway, so we could leave the house with dry feet.
After lunch we took a little walk. The Yvette was already flooding, but you could still cross the little bridge.
Sometime during the afternoon the parking space next to our building started to flood and somebody went door to door to warn the neighbours, including us.
So after dinner, we took another little walk, even shorter than the last one. On the photo from 2 pm, the Yvette still had a right bank. By the evening the right bank was our parking space. We saw a couple of workers at the bridge with three little dogs in tow. The water wasn’t deep, the dachshund sized dog managed without doggypaddling. But it’s everywhere now.
As we returned to the apartment, I asked Gergö to take pictures of the entrance: The water is now muddy and smells of river.
As I looked outside shortly before it got dark, the pallet had started to drift away
The street leading away from our house in a parallel to the Yvette is flooded now as well and has been closed. So is the bridge. The only way is up!
Right now about 5 people are standing in front of the house, discussing, but I’m not sure if they want in or if they are just chatting about the great flooding of 2016 and sightseeing. The gap to the pallet is too wide to jump. At least one of them is on the phone.
I’m happy here. As long as there is electricity, there is WiFi. And I just have to hope the electricity mains are not in the cellar, at least not close to the floor. Ask me again how I feel on Friday :-)