Sylvia‘s pad was one of my favorite Airbnb’s ever. A lot of this is personal, and thus quite subjective, so for me, her space felt extremely comfortable and welcoming— as if it were my own place. Interestingly, the style that I currently I have in my own home is different, which makes it all the more impressive—that her place could make me feel so at home is notable. Some of it had to do with the weather, and winter in Montreal, which is perfectly salved by embalming old world radiator heat and cozying hygge touches throughout. The space was far more than just comfortable—it was psychically cozy. Fits like an old favorite shirt sort of thing. This embalming affect made it something to look forward to while you are out and about all day exploring the city. (Almost to the point where you would start to feel like you’d rather be back at the house than in the Montreal Contemporary Museum of Art. And that’s saying something.) I was on an art and food mission to Montreal, and so the creative vibe of her place also enhanced my experience. And the lighting. And the textures. And the bedding. And the angles. And light. And windows over the tiny bakery. Thanks, Sylvia. Mind if I come back sometime?