Paris can be kind of coy. Her people take a while to warm up to you (or at least to understand your pathetic attempts at speaking French) and lovely spots are often hidden behind locked gates. Short person that I am, I walked past this entrance many times without noticing a thing. Then one day, riding the bus and perched high above my usual vantage point, I noticed the staircase and greenery within. These residents seem to have the best of both worlds -- close to the action on the street but buffered from the noise and fumes. Pas mal.