Michel is the landlord. The kitchen is long and narrow, but with plenty of counter space and is very warm and well-lit in the afternoon. Coeur, and it almost seems to be glowing in comparison to the surrounding buildings. However, the price, the location and the private garden are all so tempting that i start to think that this might be my room. Michel gets a bit strange. Wednesday, and they never do. In the end i decide to sacrifice the room, and send him an email saying that i found another. Stalingrad station. After locating the street on the map, i take a photo of it so i can find my way when i climb back up to the real world. Unfortunately, i attract the attention of a gentleman who looks like he is drunk and homeless, though he may just be an unsavoury frog. French, then speedily walk away. French, and ask him to leave me alone. The next time i turn around he is gone. Coeur over the train tracks. Ironically, the street where the room is located is the nicest street i saw in the area. Guillaume, the landlord, from the street and he comes down to collect me. Despite the man in the street who wants to have sex with me. There are no creepy men. The streets are quiet and clean. Camille is saying goodbye to someone else looking at the room. The bathroom is small but spotless, as is the kitchen, which even has enough space for a small table.