Just off the Parc Montsouris in the south end of the 14th arrondissement, you can find a little street out of a picture book. You might feel like you've left the city. Were it not for the cars, you might actually be in another era altogether.
And yes, this last one is an actual Le Corbusier.
And then not too far away, just on the other side of the park, over the line into the 13th arrondissement, you'll find an equally charming spot: the Cité Florale where cobblestones and flowers rule.
There are actually dozens of streets like this these, tucked in and around the city, but they are usually behind locked gates, accessible only to residents via digicode. Fortunately, these are not yet under lock and key. I hope they stay that way.
For a long time, we were just another typical Washington, DC family: two policy-oriented jobs, two kids, and two cars. Out of the blue, my husband got a new assignment; we ditched the old jobs and the cars (but kept the kids) and headed to Paris for what started out to be a three-year, and eventually became a four-year tour.