I stayed in Martine's apartment for an entire month as I wrote my screenplay.
The neighborhood is one of the coolest and most bohemian parts of Paris.
The private street leads to a cosy and private set of apartments.

After climbing 3 flights of stairs, every day, my wife and I entered what became our home in Paris.

An entire wall with huge windows flooded the living room with light and air.
The tall ceiling with wooden planks made the space feel bigger. And the cosy living room invited us to spend hours reading, navigating the internet, or listening to music.

We cooked and cleaned in what was already a clean kitchen: My favorite working spot. I spent many days sitting on that dining table, thinking about my story... researching videos and documents.

We chose to sleep in the upper floor. The loft... There was something very appealing and cosy about having the roof right over our heads.

And sometimes, I also worked at the desk in the upper floor.

I leave that apartment with great nostalgia because it created the sensation that we weren't tourists but momentary citizens of the most beautiful city in the world... Paris