My apartment was fine. The best part was the light-filled sunniness of the place. It overlooked the Seine and the light poured in during the daytime casting itself across the pretty hardwood floors. At first I had some adjustments to make. The main bed was on a platform. I get up several times during the night and that wasn’t going to be right for me to crawl out of that corner. Plus the coverlet looked a bit like it had seen better days, let’s just say.

So, there was a screen in the room and the leather sofa was a hide-a-bed. I found fresh clean sheets, brand new European pillows, two of them, and as many clean blankets as I could possibly want in the closet. I made up the bed with some bright colors and felt more at  home instantly. The kitchen was clean and nice and had everything I wanted.

There was a bookcase along one wall and an old cast iron fireplace that must have been there over 100 years ago, burning coal or something.

And so, I was happy.

I would choose a different neighborhood next time though because I was on a busy street near the Tour Eiffel and there weren’t any cozy cafes to go to for a coffee in the morning or dinner in the evening. There were two tourist places on the nearest corner where I did go on one evening and a continuous stream of at least 300 people passed by while I was sitting there.

Yes,  quieter, more residential neighborhood would be better.

So in my travels around the city I was able to see some neighborhoods that have become candidates for my next trip. That’s a good thing.

More to come.