I found an apartment for us to rent for our week in Paris through Craigslist. Oddly enough, the apartment made no mention of the awesome view to be had of the Sacre Coeur Basilica in Montmartre from the living room and bedroom windows. I knew it was in the garment distric, that it was on the sixth floor with an elevator the size of a broom closet, that we would be let into the apartment by Madame Bergeron, the concierge, but not that you could nearly throw a rock and hit the church from its balcony (not that we'd want to do that, mind you).
It took us three days to get used to the time change. We are still getting used to the scene out the window, however.
Having breakfast in the living room with this thing looming over you is a great way to start the day. It gives me a certain sense of possibility, I guess.
I like it.
