How romantic it sounded, an apartment in the artist’s neighborhood of Montmartre. I searched the Internet for an apartment that ticked all the boxes, number one Wifi, followed closely by a proper bed in a proper bedroom, not a sofa bed in the living area. Three and four a stove and washing machine………oh and preferably on the ground floor, or if not in a building with a lift.
At last I found it, 44 Rue de Durantin. It looked perfect, glowing reviews……but I’ve been bitten before by the magic of Internet photography, and when our driver dropped us off in a backstreet and disappeared off leaving us shivering in the bitter cold outside a very forbidding and very locked door with not a landlord in sight, I did wonder whether I had made the biggest mistake.
However, the very charming Landlord Lionel popped his head out of the window, said Bonjour and let us in to our very charming, and thankfully warm home for the next 14 days.