By Lily Heise for HiP Paris
For years I was firmly an east end Paris gal. My first Paris apartment was located in the 12th arrondissement, not far from the 11th. I loved being able to do my food shopping at the buzzing Marché d’Aligre and I would spend my Sunday afternoons strolling along the Coulée Verte, a beautiful walkway atop a former train line. My place became le quartier général, the go-to hangout, for my tight-knit group of friends who were, like me, recent arrivals in our early 20s, eager to absorb all Paris had to offer. When my landlady told me she needed the apartment for a cousin, I had to scrambled to find a new home, preferably in the vicinity. Carrying on reading the full article here.