Lavie Maison| A/C & Hot Tub

The ground floor opens straight off the street — no stairs, no lift, just keys in the lockbox and you're in.

Two bedrooms, a single level, and the small luxury of a jacuzzi tub at the end of a long walking day. Air-conditioning, a proper kitchen, blackout curtains for the morning after. Pets welcome, and a travel cot for the very small ones.

You're in the Haut Marais, which means Marché des Enfants Rouges is a five-minute walk for Moroccan tagine at lunch. Rue de Bretagne handles the rest — wine, cheese, an espresso standing at the zinc.

Built for a family of four or a couple of friends sharing the city. What stays with you is the bath, late, after everyone else has gone to bed.

Step outside and the rue is already awake — the boulangerie on the corner pulling its first fournée, scooters threading past the green awnings of Le Progrès, a man in slippers reading Le Parisien outside the tabac. The Haut-Marais wears its mornings quietly: shuttered galleries, the smell of coffee from somewhere upstairs, the slow shuffle of someone walking a dog along rue de Bretagne.

Halfway down that street is the Marché des Enfants Rouges, Paris's oldest covered marché, open since 1615 and still the place l'équipe sends guests on a Sunday. Skip the lunch queues and go in the matin — a coffee from Café Méricourt's stall, a fig and a wedge of comté from the fromager near the back entrance.