Truth be told, after our harrowing first 48 hours, few flats would have disappointed us. However, the beautiful space we found ourselves in in Montemartre was truly stunning even on the easiest of days.
After climbing the borderline treacherous stairs to the fifth floor walk up, we opened the door to find an apartment so cozy, so beautiful, so perfectly Parisian, that I was finally able to come back into my body and be present. We made it to Paris! Despite a missed flight, a striking taxi system and closed metro–we actually made it! Kevin, being the hero that he is, set out to buy us some wine while I opened the ridiculously gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows, showered, and settled in with some positively luxurious WIFI to check in with friends and family. After he returned, we popped open a bottle and put on Amelie because sometimes there is comfort in being totally predictable.