Want to experience Paris, but not willing to dole out extravagant amounts of money?
Welcome to the neighborhood of Calaincourt Hostel, located in the Montmartre, a hill in the north region of Paris, France. If you check out the map above, we are located just north of #18 Sacre Coeur, located at the summit of the butte Montmartre. (Click on links for more info.)
All five of us are crammed into this little room, but it is actually a wonderful spot to be and the price is right. Breakfast included with all the coffee/tea you can drink(Sadly, not many bathrooms in the city so we had to limit consumption of liquids), happy hour each day with a great view overlooking our steep steps, so we can look down and see/hear the people passing by. Bonus points for having our own bathroom/shower, and the bunk beds double as drying racks!
Front view of our hostel with a nice laundromat located nearby. Thank you, Italian Family On Holiday, for the interesting visit as we shared the laundromat facilities.
We really are situated on a hill as our hostel window is upper left. Lots of beeking (eavesdropping?) opportunities as people pass by on these steps. I am surprised that French does not seem to be the predominant language spoken as the chatter of Middle Eastern and African languages pepper the air as we listen through the window.
Randy finds an English-speaking French man to share dog stories. Kind of looks like our old dog, Sandy.
Fragrant smell of sausage and bread.
Kids are kids the world around as they eye the yummy looking items in the window of a nearby candy store.
Popular mode of transportation.
The name of this restaurant, Le Cafe Qui Parle, reminds me of home ~ Lac Qui Parle County in Minnesota, but it is out of our price range. (Click on the link to view info and menu.)
We purchase food and beverages at our local little grocery store and at a nearby supermarket.
This little gal is ready to leave the cafe at the bottom of our steps before her parents have finished visiting. Just like home.
Down the street, this gentleman sits at this spot waiting for handouts and is dressed in this attire each day we are here.
One afternoon, I did see him standing in a small sandwich shop. I don’t know his story, but it seems to be a boring life.
Photo credit: Joan Rigdon – Ipad
So, here’s to Paris and our new home away from home!
Au revoir… until tomorrow.