This year our apartment was an adorable little loft with an alcove bedroom and rooftop views of le haut Marais.
Tucked away in a pre-Haussmann building on a narrow crooked street off Rue de Rivoli, the fifth floor walkup with steep spiral stairs had no elevators!
The suite was minimally and tastefully decorated, with pops of colour and bathed in natural light, it had all the amenities and comforts of home.
On Sundays we’d awaken to the bells of the Church of the Blancs-Manteaux (white-coats) as the restaurants and cafes downstairs stir from the night’s revelry.
Downstairs was a boulangerie with amazingly chocolatey and buttery pain au chocolat and wonderful seeded loaves. Our charming little street was also home to France’s oldest teahouse.
We couldn’t have asked for a more centralized location, we were within walking distance of all our favourite spots and sights; museums, galleries, markets, bars, gardens and legendary cafÃ©s were just a skip and hop away.
I love the energy of the Marais; it’s quaint, eclectic and vibrant, and waking up with daylight streaming through the windows of our cosy place was glorious – it felt good to be part of the neighbourhood.
It was the perfect little spot to sleep, eat and put up our feet after a long day traipsing the hilly curvy cobblestoned streets of Paris.