The idea of finding one self without a place to stay as soon as you arrive in front of it is indeed unacceptable: but, being possible, that’s exactly what happened. The stay at this cozy, modern, minimal apartment, hidden gem situated in the living, bumping heart of Montmartre (certainly a fascinating human kaleidoscope during sunlight, but a sad, intimidating and definitely unsafe-looking neighborhood during nighttime) was ruined by the processes of both check-in and check-out: the former, determined by the failure to make the key and box that to me should’ve been dedicated match, and the inability to quickly solve the problem (I had to book an on-spot hotel room for the total of 240€); the latter, determined by the time-wasting lack of a badge necessary for the keys’ drop-off. The stay was overall great, thanks to the cleanliness and beauty of the apartment (negative note are the 4 interminable floors that don’t offer an elevator) but I wouldn’t lightheartedly say I’d be back.