A few hours west of Paris lies the Alsace region of France, an area filled with castles, wineries and half-timbered houses.

We’ve only just landed here and begun to explore, but I knew the minute I opened my window that I would love this place. Old tiles dripping with vines, tiny dormers, pink walls, and glimpses of the city awaiting us — a pedestrian’s dream-come-true.

We’re tucked away on the third floor of an ancient building owned by a family that’s been growing grapes here since the early 16th century. Luckily, they also rent rooms and apartments. It’s a funky place that requires climbing two flights of rickety wooden stairs, but for the next seven days … it’s home.