Lavie Maison : AC & Terrace

The terrace opens off the living room — a small private square of Paris where you can take your morning coffee in the open air.

Inside, 25 square metres are arranged with care: a separate bedroom, a sofa bed in the salon, air conditioning for August, and a kitchenette stocked down to the wine glasses. Blackout curtains do the rest.

This is Auteuil — once a village, still village-like. Tree-lined streets, Art Deco façades, the market on rue d'Auteuil a few minutes' walk away, and the Bois de Boulogne when you want green instead of grey.

A couple or a small family will settle in easily here. What stays with you is the terrace — that rare Parisian thing, a door you can leave open.

Step out and the 16e announces itself in Haussmannian limestone and quiet — wide pavements, a concierge sweeping at 8h, a Mercedes idling outside a notaire's office. The boulangerie on the corner does a proper baguette tradition, and the tabac across the way fills with men in good shoes reading Le Figaro before the school run. It's residential Paris, the kind that locals guard.

For lunch or a slow coffee, walk to rue de l'Annonciation in Passy — a market street that still feels like a village, with Boucherie Le Bourdonnec and a handful of cafés where the waiters know the regulars. Order the jambon-beurre and eat it on a bench above the Seine. That's the quartier in one afternoon.