There are certain places in Paris that feel almost unreal, too gentle to survive in this loud, hurried world. The Musée de la Vie Romantique, tucked behind a discreet gate at the base of Montmartre, is one of those places. A house, a garden, a tiny tearoom, and suddenly, the 21st century slips away
The first time I found it, I remember standing in the rain, umbrella dripping, wondering if I was trespassing. The gate looked private, the gravel path seemed to lead straight into someone’s garden. But curiosity is my faithful guide in Paris. I stepped through, half-expecting someone to call me back, but no one did. Instead, I found a world that seemed to have waited just for me.
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