Julien made my wife and me feel super welcome. He is young, educated, cultivated, personable. He came back the next day to chat and see how we were doing. He introduced us to a waiter (perhaps the proprietor?) at the cafe across the street, making us feel that we had a relation with the place. And he has an equally friendly relation with the chocolatier right next door, so celebrated that it is mentioned in guidebooks. He offered to introduce us to neighbors with shared interests, but they were unavailable. The apartment was absolutely fantastic. Snug and cozy and clean and quiet, in American terms on the second floor, up an easy flight of stairs. A washing machine, a very important plus. The shower was fantastic. We wanted to take the fixtures home with us. The bed was a futon, but even I, a rickety 72-year-old, managed just fine. On a quiet street a few steps from one of the liveliest corners in St. Germain, where there is a bakery, a street market, and a supermarket. Cafes everywhere and traiteurs, two French, one Italian, where you can buy prepared food if you don't feel like cooking. Wine shops nearby, in both directions. At the closer one, La Derniere Goutte, an American woman is there Mondays and Saturdays. Cafe de Flore, the classic Left Bank cafe, is a short walk away, and closer is La Hune, the classic Left Bank bookstore. Delacroix's apartment and studio, now a museum, is even closer, in a charming tiny square. Admission there also gets you into the Louvre, saving you from having to wait in line. The Métro and busses are a block away. A few blocks away is City Pharma, mecca for beauty products. (Don't go there on a Saturday unless you like being caught up in a mob.) A great neighborhood to stroll around in. You will feel like a native when, returning home, you hold the little gadget with the key up to the sensor by the outside door and it releases the lock, letting you step into the vestibule. We can't wait to go back.