You sleep in thick darkness, the futon receives your tired body for a long short voyage: I don’t remember sleeping so fast a so long and rewarding sleep.
You wake up for a sunny yellow energetic ambiance, full of life and plants and pictures and a shrine with the most pleasant memories, a lived in place that you adopt for a few days like if you’re dressing someone else’s clothes. And a comfortable and welcoming wardrobe it is, practical and full of stories and dreams to share.
What else would you better wish? You feel like staying, you’re tempted to explore around, a multi ethnic area, full of life, Tintin included.
I found the place to be, in Paris.