Today I arrived in Paris. My flight was delayed two hours coming in which meant technically I had two more hours to sleep on the plane. Instead it really meant I had an extra two hours to toss and turn with excitement. I had a little difficulty with the code to the apartment but I finally arrived hungry (when am I not?) I knew I was on the 5th floor which in French terms thats 6 flights with no lift. I tried to remind myself of this when I was packing but it didn’t work out too well. 50lbs of luggage went up the stairs along with my camera equipment, computer ect. The stairs are tight and narrow and I swear get smaller in length as I climb. I reached the top and as I called out for my landlady the 50lbs of luggage tumbled down the flight of stairs. I went back down to grab the luggage and thank goodness my land lady opened the door. The apartment is exactly 100 steps up from the ground and even more adorable in person. Well worth the wait and another score for Airbnb The apartment is sectioned off into 4 rooms. Very spacious and Parisian charming at the the same time. Then there is also a balcony. Room for 4 people. Its begging to be used often. Don’t you agree?