Landed at CDG, metro'd to Gare du Nord, changed trains for Bastille, suitcases bumped behind us the short distance along rue Saint Antoine to the entrance to our apartment. Gerard was waiting, sipping cafe at Les Mousquetaires, to introduce us to our apartment. It was raining, but did we care? Non!
Behind the heavy wooden doors at 39
rue Saint Antoine we find a quiet garden courtyard and un appartment tres charmant - our home for the next month. After more than 24 hours without a coffee (gasp!) we slip next door for caffeine, back to unpack, pick up essentials from Monoprix, the even more essential baguette and wine and then settle in.
Behind the heavy wooden doors at 39
rue Saint Antoine we find a quiet garden courtyard and un appartment tres charmant - our home for the next month. After more than 24 hours without a coffee (gasp!) we slip next door for caffeine, back to unpack, pick up essentials from Monoprix, the even more essential baguette and wine and then settle in.
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