The sun-filled historic apartment overlooks a green boulevard where we enjoy the view of students, children playing soccer, people walking dogs, many of whom look alike (the dogs, not the people), young lovers having a pique-nique (she pours him a little more wine), an old couple walking along the sidewalk, perfectly in step. We are sleeping in a room that contains the wardrobe of Napoleon III’s mistress. In the morning, my husband brings me a perfect cup of café from the Nespresso machine. The floors are historic and complain sometimes but we don’t mind. Everywhere I look in the apartment there is something to enjoy and consider. My favorite day in Paris is spent looking out the window, in blissful solitude, while my family is touring two museums.
Our thanks to Nestor for his kindness to our family and for being a generous host.