Notre Joli Appartement

Bienvenue! We arrived in Paris a little past noon and hopped a taxi from Charles de Gaulle to meet Emma at her “petit appartement” in Les Batignolles in the 17th arrondissement, just minutes away from Montmartre and Sacre Coeur.

Emma, the apartment owner and the artist who created every painting and photograph hanging in the apartment, met us at the door to the building on Rue Saint Jean. Her cute chihuahua also greeted us. Emma, who is definitely très chic and creative, explained to us the house rules and left us with guidebooks and her own map of places we should visit in the neighborhood. She even pointed out two walking routes for us. The first was a 20 minutes walk to Montmartre that takes you to the bottom of the steps leading to Sacre Coeur. And the second walk was an hour’s stroll to Champs-Élysées. Each route had little landmarks called out such as restaurants, shops, and even the closest Monoprix. And she also left us with delicious croissants, a baguette, and a bottle of red wine.

We settled in to our home, which is on the fourth floor of an old Parisian building and faces l’eglise Saint Michel. The church bell rings every half hour. It is on a dead end of sorts. To one side of the building (the church side) is a courtyard, where I saw some boys playing soccer and two old men chatting. On the other side is a walking/bike path that is between a couple of cafes. The metro La Fourche is around the block (near the Monoprix), and it is our mode of transport over the next week.

I booked our Parisian apartment through Airbnb, a site and rental service that I have come to love. I found Emma’s “Romantic Artist Apartment” after much searching, and after reading all the positive reviews and seeing that her space was Airbnb verified, I knew that this was the place for us. (You can read my full review of Emma’s place on the apartment listing page.)

After putting away our luggage, we took a short nap to get reenergized from our transatlantic flight. Well, I took a short nap and Brandon took a long one. But when he finally woke up, we decided to take the walk to Montmartre.