I don't know where to really begin, or what I should be sharing first, so I'll do it chronologically. I find my brain works better that way, along the logical order that time allows for. We lived in an apartment in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. What a beautiful district. The apartment was tiny, but it opened up to a charming courtyard and onto a street abutting the left bank of the Seine. We were in the heart of Paris' art district, just streets full of galleries. And at the head - the Église de Saint-Germain-des-Prés. Beautiful.
Aside from the galleries, our street was crammed with bars, restaurants, even a fresh produce market. I'm sure there are (many) more glamorous parts of Paris to live in, but I really loved the 6th arrondissements. My goal was to live like a local, and I think I got a good taste of what that's like. Shitty house, water pressure that makes showers little more than a suggestion, and a neighbour who regarded me as a nuisance - but none of it mattered as soon as I took a step out.
Our flight arrived in Paris in the morning, giving us the rest of the day to wander around and familiarize ourselves with the surroundings. Tired, as we became hopelessly lost, but I was so excited to put what little French I knew to use. The next day . . . paying a visit to maestro Chopin.