My first Airbnb experience, taking my wife to Paris for Fashion Week. My research; the complaint often heard was at checking in. Familiar with Paris I knew whereabouts I wanted to be. Looking through locations, most determining factor: ratings. Marion’s ratings were excellent and a selection was made. To insure I didn’t have any problems at check in, made sure I started a line of communication immediately after booking, more than a month in advance. I didn’t hear back, surprisingly not even a thank you for booking. I didn’t want to be the “it’s all about me Ugly American,” when the date gets closer will send another note. I did, the 14th, we were to arrive the 23rd. Took two days to get and answer. Seemed every message took a minimum 24 hrs. to get a response and was becoming concerning. I had some clarification that was important. Our host didn’t list the address until booked, just street name. Understanding translations issues I wrote again to confirm the address, and again days to respond. The key would be in a lock box on the door and the new code sent the day before. I sent a reminder that we would be arriving early in the a.m. on a Sunday, hours from the designated arrival time; our host had no issues, however didn’t send the key code. Boarding the plane, no code. Arrived, no code. Our host suggested the app, whattsapp, a free communication tool, left messages there, no response. The plane had a strong tailwind and we were earlier expected. As usual, overseas travelers, we are tired, have luggage and arrived before sunrise. I messaged our host on Airbnb, and whattsapp, no answer. We were lucky to find a coffee shop open a couple blocks from the apt. Disgusted, left a message with Airbnb. They got back and within two hours. I got messages and apologies from our host and Airbnb and finally the code for keys. Moving on! In our hosts instructions she gave Wi-Fi fi instructions, they didn’t work. You would think after the apologies from the key issue our host would be more responsive. Nope. It wasn’t 24 hours, but took a while. I could complain that it was at times very slow, but that would be complaining to complain. We arrived, and settled in, and the panic words coming from my wife in the bathroom: is there any toilet paper in the storage closets? That unfortunate answer was no! Of course we went to a market and bought our own. My wife and I made the best of it. We knew we’d hardly be at the apt. using it only to sleep and shower. This was mis-advertised! It’s a perfect place for young people who were familiar with living in a hostel, not people in their mid to late 50’s. You needed a stool to climb into the shower; the bed was just above the floor with one set of pillows and one blanket. The toilet...