I feel at peace in my new apartment. Even though I’ll only be here for a month and a half I’m so glad that I was able to make it my own during that time.
It’s been a rush looking for the perfect place (14 visits in 2 weeks) but it was worth the wait. The apartment is just two streets over from the magnificent Madeline. I actually really disliked this church when I first visited Paris 6 years ago. The doors were beautiful but the inside lacked the clean renovations that were going on in other huge churches. The walls are black with age, so dark you can barely see the paintings. Only the main fresco above the altar is carefully restored. When my sister visited she asked if there had been a fire in the church because it looked like soot covered the walls.
I think that’s why I like the church now though. Very few tourists have it on their must see list. Unlike the Notre Dame, there aren’t massive posters and TV screens plastered along the perimeter. It’s a peaceful oasis if only for a little bit from the hustle and bustle of the area.
The apartment itself is up 6 flights of winding, brutal stairs. The type where you would get nervous if there wasn’t a handrail.
When I first visited, I didn’t know what to expect. A couple of tiles were missing along the way and the wall was a bit scraped up.
But I’ve learned that you can’t judge an apartment by its stairwell or door for that matter. What’s behind could be quite the gem. :-)
I love the apartment itself but I think my favorite thing is the view. I’ll stand by one of the five windows feeling the breeze and watching what is going on below.
Oh and I love the full sized oven too. :-D
Moving in was an experience in itself. My amazing friends showed up at 9:20 in the morning took a look at my multiple suitcases and grabbed the biggest ones. Leaving me with a rolling bag and two smaller bags. Walking to the metro was a hoot- we got so many looks. Hahaha Luckily it was a straight shot on Line 8 to Madeline. A block walk and we were there facing a 6 story walk up in what was already 80 degree heat. Who steps in though to help? The construction guys that we met along the hike up! Each one kept taking a bag to where I was left with a small bag, Kathrin had just a backpack and Tina- no bags at all! Haha
When we thanked them they said- it was the Parisian way, no need for thanks. :-)
Last time we talked things were a bit hectic. I had a couple of days until the end of the month, had visited upwards of 10 apartments and still hadn’t found the one. Jerome of the mini house down a corridor between two apartment buildings emailed me back and unfortunately I was considering it. Don’t worry. I was convinced otherwise pretty easily. I just had to look at the picture of the place again. haha
Five days before I had to move out I had another rendezvous. Let’s call this number 12 because I’m starting to lose track. :-D This one was in prostitute land (Strasbourg/St.Denis area). It actually wasn’t as bad as the first apartment I visited in the area. We only saw sexy ladies reading conversation starter books by the metro which I could technically avoid. We got to the apartment right on time (Tina was coming along as my translator. :-D). I called the lady and we waited. I texted. I sent her an email. We waited.. for 20 minutes. Then decided to get a bagel at the cute bagel sandwich place down the street. Just as we were checking out a frantic call from the owner- I’m so sorry!! I was running late! Can you come now?!” Twenty minutes later we were at the apartment and I was in love. Give me an all white apartment with wood flooring and exposed beams and I’m done for.
It looked even better than the picture. Here’s the thing though. I had to decide on the spot because she was leaving to move to Abu Dubai in a matter of hours. And unfortunately I was on the fence. She left for a couple minutes to give me time to think about it. The apartment was incredible-even the old man snoring across the courtyard was cute- but the prostitutes a couple streets away were giving me pause. I didn’t know if it would be safe walking home late at night. We decided to walk around and look at the area a bit more than come back and let her know. The landlady came back in and before we even had a chance to tell her we were still thinking, she said the guy before me took it. I’m still regretting not taking it today. :-/
Four days left and I was at school, majorly stressing, and thought, hmm let’s just see if they have any ideas. So I asked at the front desk and they actually had a person dedicated to helping students find housing. What?! And she was there, on a Saturday and I could go see her! Hopes high, I headed up the stairs and chatted with the lady. She first misunderstood me and thought I was looking for something in September, ha. When I said August, the conversation came to a standstill. August…. That’s in four days… hmmm A little thinking then! “Actually there’s a lady Madame C who has called every day for the past week.” A quick call and I had a rendezvous in 30 minutes at an apartment right down the street from where I currently lived. Bingo! Tina and I started walking over, hopes high! Was my search turning around?
As we got nearer to the address my excitement started to wane. A modern building…. Nooo! Yes this is ridiculous but I really wanted to stay in an old Parisian building. Up the elevator we went and wow, pleasant shock! A cute elderly lady met us, door wide open, huge smile on her face and the tour began. I would have my own room with a super comfy looking bed and desk. There were two Americans staying in the room to the right, she was in the room to the left. Hm. Nice shower/bathroom. Huge living room and kitchen that I would have access too. She would be gone August 1-23 and so would the other two Americans, so I would be alone. Hm.. The tour ended with a look at her cute grandkids including a 27 year old. Hmmm… I could stay as long or short as I wanted. Think about it she said and we headed out.
My options were slim. Very slim. House sit for an old lady, continue my search, and hope that once the end of the month came I had a place. Or microscopic mini house.
The next day I was just about talked into the retirement home and super depressed about it. Ya it was just for one month, might actually be really neat, but it was not at all what I was looking for.
Then I got an email- “Have you decided about the apartment?” oo which apartment was this! The one by the Madeline! Nice! The drawback- it was only available for a month and a half. So I would have to keep looking for an apartment starting mid-September. We set up a visit. I saw the place turned around and said yes in a matter of seconds!
I mean look at this view!!!!
The next day I saw a post on Facebook. “I’m leaving to live in Beirut for 6 months and need to rent my place starting in September.” Pounce! The exact time frame I was looking for. It was just two boulevards from the Champ de Mars too!! In my price range and looked cute (a little dorm roomy but I could work with it).
I have a RDV on Sunday so fingers crossed that this hunt will soon be over!
The last couple of days have looked like this for me: Stare at the computer, refresh. wait! refresh. pounce! Email! Text! *silent prayer* please contact me!!!!
It’s July and my lease ends at the end of the month. 5 days people! I’m frantic! Like a beast! rahr!
My search started easy and breezy enough. I’m on an amazing Facebook Expat group and a girl posted that her place was up for rent. The location? A street away from Hotel d’Ville. The dead center of Paris. Perfect? ohhhhh yes. Even better, the price! At 480 euros even though it was for just one month I was game. We met a couple of days later so I could see the place, she could meet me, and we could decide if it would work. She was incredible! An actress who had been living here for 7 years.
The place was beyond tiny (12m²) but ridiculously cute and filled with charm.The building? Old and looked like it was straight out of Harry Potter with exposed wood beams and long winding hallways.
The meeting went perfect- she said on the spot that the apartment was mine and we planned on meeting up mid-July to exchange half the rent, and then the other half when I got the keys at the beginning of August. Done! It was only for a month though and I needed a place until at least December. I figured an extra month for looking would actually be perfect- no rush, and I get to enjoy an awesome location while she was on vacation.
July 14th- Bastille Day. After partying all night at the Fireman’s Ball, I get a text message. There was a major plumbing disaster. So bad that they would have to rip out the entire bathroom and there was no idea on when that would happen. My first thought, sheer terror- I have half a month to look!? Another text and slight relief- she had a friend that could rent to me for the month of August. Could I come visit that day? I hadn’t gotten more than 3 hours of sleep the night before but gosh darn it my blood was pumping and I was going to that visit!!
Her friends place was quite the hike- 35 minutes by metro from my current place, and almost to Montmartre. For me, that was the first sign (15 minute walk to Montmartre…). That’s far. Real far for me and would require a lot of metro time. The apartment was adorable.
Here’s a pic of an apartment off the courtyard of her place:
Her friend was a photographer. There were film rolls as fun curtains into the living area, separate kitchen, loft bed, area for chatting with friends. Awesome! Loved it!! I told them on the spot (in my panic at my current situation) that I would take it! Plans were made and all was set and then I got to thinking.
On the long train ride home.
Did I really like the area?
Did I want to take the metro for what would end of being 45 minutes to get to school? The apartment was cute, the owner was great, but did I want to settle for a month? Also, I was getting a not so great vibe about the area. It looked like it’d been around the block and, a huge thing for me, there wasn’t a lot to do nearby! No park where I could go running around the Eiffel Tower (man am I spoiled with my current location!). But that started to become really important to me. I like being outdoors and the thought of coming back to an apartment and not feeling like I could walk around, or walk to a park nearby was really nagging at me.
After chatting with my friends, I texted her back and said I needed a couple days to think about it. After those couple of days, I wrote back and said I was going to keep looking.
Good idea? who knows? Madness ensued.
One of my friend’s said they had heard apartment hunting in Paris was worse than NYC and even though I have not looked for an apartment there, I’m about 90% sure that statement is correct. Planning to go the un-agency route and save potentially $1000 (or more), I started checking pap.fr and leboncoin.com constantly. I sent email upon email to potential apartments in French asking to see the place.
Apartment searching in Paris is unlike any type of search I’ve ever done in the States. In Dallas, I would use a free service online to find a complex I liked, or just drive by the area and walk in to find super helpful people (usually) trying to sell me the apartment. dum de dum dum dum It was easy- did I like the apartment/area? Was there anything available for the dates I needed? A quick view of an apartment similar to one that I would get and boom- lease signed, good to go.
In Paris, it’s different. The principal is the same- but instead of apartment complexes, you have apartment owners. French apartment owners. And instead of helpful apartment rental people, you have a visit consisting of an interview where the owner decides if he/she likes you and if you are sufficient enough to rent the place.
So far I’ve visited 6 places…
The first apartment visit: I was beyond excited. I got a response from the ridiculous amount of emails I’d sent!! Traction!! The pictures online looked great. I knew the place was small, but I didn’t care! The location was ideal! Down one of the boulevards that branched off the Arc de Triomphe. Everything looked great, except there were two small but very important footnotes.
The apartment was on the 10th floor. There was no elevator. oh- and there was mention that because of renovations to the apartment, the water unfortunately wasn’t working for the next 6 months…
My unsuspecting friends tagged along for the ride. :-D
The building was beautiful, soul shatteringly so. One of those old Haussman buildings with ironwork terraces and ugly gargoyle faces. We waited. A couple more people showed up. The landlord came and we were led through a beautiful entry with a marble staircase to a door off the courtyard. The landlord open the door and muttered something in French. The other people nodded. I nodded. And the ascent began.
At points the stairs were pitchblack but at all times topsey turvey. Our glee at the site of the building soon turned to grumblings about never having to exercise again and how drunken nights up these stairs were entirely not possible. But at last we reached it. Woohoo apartment! We walked down a very tattered hallway to a tinsy tiny apartment with two sofa beds and a loft bed (why? who knows?) and a port hole for a window. I turn to the sink and looked at the handle. It was pushed all the way up and there was no water coming out! The landlord walks out of the apartment into the hallway bathroom and promptly turned on a garden hose in the toilet room. All four of us turned to each other and said No, No, No, Nope!! and bee-lined out and down a ridiculous amount of stairs, after saying merci– but of course!
The second apartment visit. The next apartment owner to bite was again in a very desirable location. Actually one of the most expensive streets to shop on, Avenue Montaigne. A hop skip and a jump from the Eiffel, by the Seine, and again in one of those beautiful old buildings. A little before our appointment meeting time, I texted the owner to let her know I was there. She promptly called and started a very long instruction list of how to get to the apartment in French.
Here’s what I got: Entry code- check! hollars! I’m in the building! ok a la gauche- alle op! check! Elevator- check! Now how to get to the elevator behind the coded door- errr.. Lots of apologies- more French- me trying to speak French. And she hangs up.
I cross my fingers that she is coming down to pick me up. And yes she is, down the 6 flights of stairs she really didn’t want to have to climb multiple times that day. whoops… And up we went, a little chatter in French about the weather and then questions- which not understanding well enough, I reverted to English, which received a “You’re in France, you must speak French” from the landlady in perfect English. ah yes yes I know I know! I’m taking lessons.
We get there and voila- not too shabby- a king’s palace compared to the last place! Itsy bitsy- 9² meters but very well taken care of, sofa bed, flat screen TV, two coffee machines… Exposed shower off to the side but in plain view (not a fan). The view- amazing. Arc de Triomphe to the right and the top of the Eiffel just visible over some buildings to the left.
Cool! Let’s do it I say! Not so fast says the petite Asian lady. And then the lecture starts. I’ve received two lectures so far on my apartment visits and have found that landlords love to give advice on why you won’t get the apartment to a guess help with your search?
Her reasons: Foreigners are hard to rent to but then she added that she rented to a Swedish girl previously? Four months for a rental period was unusual and she could only do three months- fine I say! ohhh but it will be difficult to extend it if you want too. ok? Something about French laws… I might have zoned out and looked at the view as my heartbeat started getting faster and faster. I left the place slightly panicked to the landlady saying- “I haven’t said no, but I don’t think it’s possible.” Well silly lady- I didn’t want to rent from you anyways. :-P You lecturer you!
The third apartment visit. I was promptly learning that I should probably not get too excited about the apartments I visited. Securing this rendevzous was easy. An email, confirmation and done. Tina tagged along for the visit (thanks friend!!) to help with the French speaking. You know looking on a map, even using street view, does not give you the full effect of the location. (ps- I’m happy to visit any Paris apartment locations to check out the area for any readers looking to vacation or move here.) We were walking along, down a very busy street to the apartment when Tina says “Is that…?” Me clueless looking around, “Is that what?” Tina, “um a prostitute…” “No way! She’s probably just waiting for someone.” We continued our walk to inspect the area before the landlady arrived and passed a long alleyway with several ladies “hanging out” on apartment stoops, then another lady very literally.. hanging out.. with a parasol. The ladies of the night were upon us!! The apartment.. ya it was great but no. :-D
The fourth apartment non-visit. Un coup de chance (stroke of luck)?? It was in the 5th close to a friend of mine, a block from the Ile Saint Louis, a couple blocks from the Sorbonne, shall we say awesome? wait! no! not yet! Don’t do it Molly!!!
I found the apartment on a site called sabbaticalhomes.com for students and professors while they are off studying. Huge bonus- everything was in English. I wrote the owner in English, got a response back saying they would love for me to come see the place and I was to call with any questions. The next day I called to the tune of a full blown interview- so tell me about yourself? But wait it was in English- so nailed it! Apartment visit on Tuesday- super excited! yes! I got the address of the apartment and walked by the area the next day. Incredible! It sounded like I had it in the bag. I even stopped looking for places. Not a good idea because a couple days later they emailed to say they were sorry but had rented it to the friend of the person that currently lived there. jrats! Serious bummer. I would have been on the third floor of this building!!!
So here we are it’s July 25th and my search is getting quite frantic (but I think the owners are too). Here’s a tip my friend told me- reach out in English! Before I had been writing in my broken French which probably wasn’t all that enticing. In English, I can express myself better and I actually got a couple of what the call here- rendezvous! Two today, three tomorrow and one so far on Saturday.
The fifth apartment visit. It was great- loved the area! Parc Monceau was literally right down the street! The neighborhood was quiet and safe. The building was beautiful! And the landlord- AMAZING. He made every effort to speak with me… in English?! What! He was so incredibly nice and even lived in the complex and would be able to help at any time.
But then there was the apartment.
Let’s call it the “mini apartment house.”
It sounds really cool when you say that you’d potentially be living in a house inbetween two apartment buildings but unfortunately this is what you end up with. You enter the apartment through the left door. To your immediate right is a tinsy winding staircase to the second floor and two steps from the entrance, the bathroom and shower. Upstairs, a loft bed with built in desk along one wall. On the other, to either side of the staircase hole was the kitchen area (two hot plates and a sink) and a closet unit. I told him I would let him know… :-/ Then I promptly walked to the park and had a nice conversation *in French!!* with a very old man who asked me several times why I was sitting alone. haha
The sixth apartment visit. I knew I was done for the moment I started emailing this lady. She was brisk and wanted to rent the apartment asap. I said sure why not! A visit doesn’t hurt. Right…?
Then a text war started.
We set a time 11:30 and she texted me the codes to the apartment building and the address and said to call at 11am. ok? Is the meeting moving to 11am? I texted back saying- great thank you, see you at 11am. She exclaims- appointment at 11am? 11:30? I reply- either time works, what is best for you? We set the time at 11:30. I show up at 11:30, text. She texts to take the elevator. I take the first one I see and end up on the sixth floor. The apartment is apparently on the 7th. I took the wrong elevator… a quick call and I’m on the right elevator (the one hidden in the courtyard behind the guardian).
We meet and it’s French onslaught of questions. I freak! Incorrectly answering questions- how long will you be here? March. How long has your guarantor worked in France? 3 days? years! crap. Things were not going good. And the place was gosh darn cute! A little out of my budget but in the same area I currently lived and on a beautiful avenue with a view of the Invalides Dome where Napoleon is buried.
She stops me- “This is too complicated.” In perfect English mind you.
Then the second lecture I’ve received in my apartment search… It wasn’t going to work! Among the reasons that she didn’t want to rent to me was the fact that I took the wrong elevator, the times got confused, I didn’t have a dossier, and the garant was not present.
ok Thanks for the visit! I say walking to the door. She follows, hand on my back whisking me out.
Rejection! Noooo!!!! I wanted to go hide in a hole.
I went to prepare my dossier and hang my head at my apartment. Blast!
What did I need to include?! A big smile obviously wasn’t working. I found an awesome post on apartment hunting in Paris and set to work. Frantic text to my mom for a letter from work saying I’d be working from home (thanks mom!!). Several texts to Jenni who works here in France to see if she could send me three months of paychecks and a garant letter (seriously amazing friend. thank you!!!).
Photocopies galore! Photocopy old guy asking me to go salsa dancing. 6 euro discount on 108 copies- bonus! Folders, paper clips, a pic of me, business card, visa/passport copies, reference letter from my current landlady (excellent suggestion mom!), and an attestation from the Cordon Bleu that I indeed was a student and had paid for my school in full. ok- I think I’m good. peut-etre..
Tomorrow I have a rendezvous with a Brit for a flat off Rue Moufftard and another loft in prostitute land area that I’m probably going to say no too. Saturday, the one I’m really hoping for. A place in the 17th. I have no clue what it looks like but the description sounds great and the location is awesome. Man do I love the 17th for maybe one reason too many – my new buddy from Parc Monceau of course. wink!
Wish me luck! Five days to go…
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously one of the coolest things I’ve done here in Paris! I think it’s because every summer back in Texas we would watch it on TV and to see it in real life was just incredible!
I remember Rick Steves saying in one of his France shows that it’s over in a second. Ya- tis true unless…. you’re on the Champs Elysees and they do several laps!!! If I’m here next year for it, I’m TOTALLY going, to the final stage and maybe a smaller town. LOVED IT!!
We walked up toward the Champs Elysees from having a picnic at the Champs de Mars and were at a cafe eating when the planes flew over signaling the riders had come to Paris!
I also have a great love for Fighter Jets? I think it’s the noise? rumble!!
ps- dinner was fantastic- smoked salmon on a bagel with avocado and cream cheese. I want another one!!!
You always knew the bikers were coming when everyone started cheering. I think I looked like this guy the entire time.
WOW! Seriously a split second and they were gone!
Peeps had some pretty ingenious viewing inventions too.. I mean look at this contraption!
We didn’t quite make it to the Arc for the show but we did see it on one of the big screens they placed along the boulevard.
Even the Eiffel was all dressed up!
Another weekend! Another day trip option!
One of the best things about being abroad is the flexibility to travel to so many places at the drop of a hat. Cheap plane and train tickets are easy to get but only if you plan in advance. If you’re like me though, that can be a bit difficult. But does that mean compromise on a quick trip? No way! There’s several day trips outside of Paris and they’re actually free if you go on a weekend and have a Navigo! So far we’ve been to Fontainebleu to see the Chateau and this weekend was a trip to Chantilly!
Chantilly is about 45 minutes outside of Paris and so so easy to get to with a 9 euro train ticket on the RER D from Chatelet Les Halles.
When you get there the chateau is about a 35 minute walk from the train station. Just follow the signs or the large groups of people!
Then have a picnic! Beatles music optional.
The Chateau is GORGEOUS!! Inside is one of the largest art collections (aside from the Louvre of course) in France!
We made our way into the gardens, which are massive! And French. And Beautiful! haha But there was a maze too with a huge chess board in a clearing, a children’s play area with… sheep!! and a couple of restaurants. The gardens turn from prime, proper, “I’m going to trim this into an exact cone!” to swan chasing, lazy rivers and forests.
A little wander through the town’s market… tehehe