A traveler often falls in love with a country for its natural beauty, cultural heritage, economical perspective, architecture, music, painting, food.... or a dozen of other good reasons. Sometimes, also because of a person or two who embody the whole context.
My son and I learned to love France for all the topics above. And among the one or two people who captured our hearts, there stands Isabel.
Her warm welcoming, several little gestures of kindness, her trustworthiness really made an unforgettable impression on us. And we brought it back home.
Besides that? Well, now: the apartment is as charming as only a Parisian apartment gets to be: decorated in extremely good taste reflects the local colors; her library gets to stay for one to browse through; comfortable beds, sofas, tables, chairs, linens...
Location, oh my! We had breakfast listening to the bells of Notre Dame, croissants, deliciously sinful cheeses bought from the boulangerie and fromagerie downstairs. The Mouffetard street with all its hip restaurants and nightlife within walking distance; the Seine a mere 3 minute walking away, the Deux Magots – Simone’s, Sartre’s, Camus’, Hemingway’s sidewalk café on the same Boulevard... subway at the door!
How do I grade the experience? Beyond words. Grade-less.
What am I doing here? I want to go back, Isabel. Please, take us back!
PS: ( please, don’t forget the champagne and grapes with which you greeted us).
And merci. Merci bien.