The stay was nice up until the last few days. I stayed for 31 days. I never met Marie-France. Her friend checked me in. The studio is super cute and the description was quite accurate. I live in Paris, and this is one of the nicest areas in the city. The building itself is pleasant and relatively quiet. The problem came when the toilet clogged a few days before the end of my stay. I ended up not being able to use it for 24 hours. I messaged Marie-France when the toilet stopped working. After about 4 hours of no response, I sent a message to her friend, who tried calling Marie-France. Finally, she calls me back and we are cut off in mid-conversation. She said, hours later, that her phone died. The building guardian came with someone who wasn't really a plumber -- just a guy with a snake. They couldn't figure out what was wrong and were coming back with with an actual plumber at 9pm. During that time, Marie-France called the guardian back and told her the fee was too much and she wasn't going to pay it. After her messaging me to tell me she wasn't paying for the repair, she told me she didn't have any time to talk with me because she had to go to bed. Her solution was to have me use the Turkish toilet in the courtyard. If you don't know a Turkish toilet, it is basically a hole in ground that you squat over. Fast forward to the next day when the building maintenance man comes and says he doesn't know what's wrong -- they need to call a plumber. FINALLY -- plumbers arrive and fix the toilet. Because the toilet was clogged, I also couldn't use the shower or the kitchen sink. The plumber said there was a sanitary napkin stuck in the pipes and he thinks it came from the floor above. This is a full 24 hours since I called Marie-France to alert her of the problem. Marie-France messaged me later that night to "remind" me not to put anything else, other than toilet paper in the toilet. When I told her the sanitary napkin couldn't possibly be mine because of certain medical reasons, she said she wasn't accusing me, but warning me not to do it again. (Telling me not to do something "again" means you think I did it before.) She was kind enough to allow my small dog, and I took care not to let his fur get everywhere. The apartment was very well laid out and every inch of space was used. I wish there weren't so many perfume bottles in the bathroom -- it was sending my allergies into overdrive. It is a small place, about 200 square feet (for Americans) 20 m2 (for Europeans) which is actually not bad for Paris. This isn't the liveliest area after the sun goes down, but you are close to the floating park, La Tour...