from the moment we stepped out of the tiny lift where only one person and a large suitcase from amsterdam can fit and after opening the large oak door that dates from the mid twentieth century we were met by the sweet smell of numerous muji japan candles.the walls were adorned with fornasetti wallpaper.our heads were in the clouds.the bedroom with cole and son hummingbirds. we woke up each morning under crisp white bedding with hundreds of pale colored birds around us.the bathroom pained in dark blue and bright white tiles.a small framed hand stitched rose blooming out of the wall.our stay was the true parisian experience.each morning buying french baguettes from a patisserie around the corner eating fluorescent green citron flavoured macaroons.we did not want to leave the apartment.we imagined hortense to be the epitome of what we think a young parisian girl would be with impeccable taste and perfectly manicured nails.painted with chanel nail lacquer in a shade of dusty rose pink.even the note on the table that read "dear gents" was perfect.hortense was kind and generous.we adore her and her apartment even if we have not yet met.schalk and gerben.