We were very happy to live in a cozy area. However, there was something we had to do. Yes, we had to find a studio.
My husband, who is an artist, had started looking for a suitable place to paint as soon as we arrived in France, but it was difficult to find the right place. It is not an overstatement to say that the real estate situation in Paris is a battlefield. The competition is usually 20 to 30 times higher. The landlord decides who to rent to. If you are a foreigner, you are usually rejected.
I asked acquaintances to look for good properties by word of mouth and looked at all kinds of properties on the Internet. It was a little far from the center of Paris, but it was impossible to find a place with a large space and high ceilings in the center of Paris.
The day after I found it on the Internet, I contacted the owner and went to visit it that day. Originally a factory, this place had a ceiling height of over 5 meters and north-facing windows. It was exactly what we had envisioned, and our hearts raced for the first time in a long time. Before our visit, four groups of people had already come to see the place, and we felt the hard way. In order to rent the property, we needed to submit all kinds of documents, including pay stubs for the past three months, electricity bills, and our past history. Being Japanese, without a residence permit, and unable to work, we thought it would be absolutely impossible to find this ideal property. But we really, really wanted to get it! With this in mind, we asked a friend of ours to act as an interpreter and negotiate with him, and as a result, although there were various conditions, we were able to rent the house in a very short time. This was a miracle, that’s all I can say. Oh, thank you, God! That’s what we shouted over and over again.
After four months since our arrival in France last November, we decided to move out of this small apartment full of memories.
What I experienced in Paris during the lockdown.
– Boiler failure on the third day of arrival, living without hot water in the middle of winter.
– Water leaked twice, flooded our small apartment.
– Toaster explosion.
– The motor that pulls the water up to the top floor broke down.
– Manifestations (demonstrations)
– Trash cans burned and police chasing rioters was a regular occurrence.
– Bank account activation and secret code problems….
– Urticaria, sudden bruises
– My husband suddenly vomited… I’ll never drink vin chaud in the park again.
– My phone was stolen on the day I finally got my residence permit.
I experienced most of the things.