My Parissian Home
In Paris, Zippy and I booked a flat located in 16th arrondissement. It was easily accessible via metro which, to me was more than I can ask for. If you've gone through the metro in Paris, all those stairs and carrying around a luggage was not fun in the least bit. Next time, a backpack or a small bag will do justice but, I seem to always forget.
Anyhew, the flat itself was gated. Once we approached the entrance, we couldn't figure out how to open the gate. They had a pad with buttons but, we didn't have the code. Luckily, an elderly man came around the corner to our rescue. It turns out, the gate can be opened with a touch of a button. How convenient! Why didn't we think of this?
As the gate opens, Zippy somehow held on to the gate when the elderly man yelled in French, " Non, ne le touchez pas." At that point, I've never felt more out of place within that few minutes. It was quite a bit frustrating finding our way through the metro and then, be scolded in the end for the smallest things. Although, that feeling soon went away. We were greeted with the most welcoming and friendliest clerk in the lobby. First, he didn't speak a lick of English and asked if we could speak in French. Of course, Zippy and I stared at him blankly. lol Shortly, after we checked in we were on our way to our flat.
Entrance to the lobby
Me inside the hallway waiting for the elevator.
Yes, the weather dropped at night and it was freezing cold!
bedroom
The flat was quite small. Actually, everything was small in Paris. From the elevators to their products. They all come in small or are proportionate. Anyway, one thing I noticed was that the bathroom separated the toilette and the shower like this one. I'm guessing that's common around here? Regardless, the apartment fulfilled all of our basic necessities and that was more important to us.
Bathroom window
We splurged on a few French products.
Dining Room
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