the parisian apartment.

It will be Christmas before I finish the series of posts about our trip.

Midway during the trip we took the chunnel from London into Paris.  It was very Harry Potter of us…apparently.  I just kept picturing scenes from the Bourne Identity while ducking through the crowds and always looking behind me.  The train really was a very easy way to get into France, so much so, that I wonder why anyone would fly.  

When we arrived in Paris, we planned to take a cab from the station to our apartment and frankly that was the greatest idea we had since the idea to take the trip.  We might still be wandering around looking for the apartment.  It really wasn’t very far, but it would have been a dreadfully long walk with our luggage.  Prior to the trip, we’d done a lot of research on places to stay and I am so glad we used airbnb to find an apartment.  It was a refreshing change from our hotel in London and it was nice to have our little place to call home in a city where no one knew who we were.  I took a few pictures of it when we arrived.  I didn’t get a very good picture of the bedroom or the bathroom, but alas, I’m not sure anyone’s super bummed about that. The bathroom was actually really cool though, spacious and Moroccan-themed.  

I really loved her collection of books in the loft.

The view from the windows.

Instagram favorites.  I obsessed over the spiral staircase for the majority of our time.  It was just stunning.  We also got to enjoy it a lot because our apartment was on the sixth floor with no elevator.  Beautiful and calorie-burning.  

and a preview of the rest of our week in Paris…