The flat is in between two metro lines at opposite ends of the street, it would be accessible if you were certain of your way to the flat. We arrived late at our meeting point outside the metro, since we got lost but we had a streak of luck to be able to enter the compound without a key c/o a kind neighbor. After four levels of an old staircase we arrived at his flat.

To our surprise his flat turned out to be smaller than expected when comparing it to the pictures. The congested city of Paris should have been a premonition - but the place was clean and cozy except for probably a bit of dog fur around.

There was only one room for toilet and bath for the entire flat. Sharing was easy with Quentin - he informed us when he would expect he would be using the toilet/bath and notified us as early as days before.

Quentin works two jobs, one at home with his photography and another related to banking outside, so there are days when he would only stay at home. When he is at home, he steers clear of your property and only enters your room to access the toilet/bath. But it was understood why he had to use the television set early in the morning when the Nice attack recently took place.

With food concerned, his description of his flat mentioned a share of breakfast - we didn't exactly acquire breakfast from him and we prepared all our meals, but his words may be derived into his sharing of milk and jam and butter and different spices and condiments he uses at home. The tap is potable too.

He asks about your itinerary and has his own suggestions that may help your trip. He has suggestions on food to try outside along with alternative routes to get to your destination. He also has his own share of stories to tell regarding the sights and is knowledgeable in different cultures from the east and west. To go along with several jokes along the way.

Tread lightly though in the morning if you have to start your day early. Quentin, along with a significant amount of people out there prefer their mornings quiet, either in bed or over coffee. There's always Aldo, his French Bulldog to cheer the place up if you would consider too quiet or even gloomy (since it was always cloudy with a bit of rain during our stay); he's very cooperative, usually with help from Quentin or some cheese. And beware if you're not enthusiastic about dogs - Aldo is kind, but very curious.

Quentin's airbnb experience isn't everything as what he claimed it to be. Either way we weren't so uptight to complain about it. It was a Paris experience on its own!