House Guest Heaven or Hell?

By Karen Fawcett

Summer is here, and more than a few people would like to come visit if you live in Paris, or New York City, or have a country house almost anywhere.

The dollar may be stronger against the euro, but free rent is still cheaper.  Besides, staying with friends feels better than staying in a hotel.  Whom would you trust to steer you to the right places—a friend or a concièrge?  Your friend has only your interests at heart when he recommends a restaurant (and possibly a desire to get you of her hair for a couple of hours) while it is possible that the concièrge gets a free meal or a pourboire from the resto for his pains.

Houseguests can be wonderful when they know and really understand the rules. If you hear the least bit of hesitation in your host's voice when asking whether or not you may stay, move right on—not right in—and try someone else.  If you have enough friends, you are sure to catch one in a weak moment or at least on a second bottle of wine.

One of my friends loves having guests. I accuse Judy of running a hotel, but attribute her being the hostess with the mostest to the fact she was in the Foreign Service and was stationed in some hardship posts where she was delighted to have company and had hot and cold running staff to look after them.

She's left the government, but has a large house and works in an office. When her working day is done, it's done. She's trained her guests to shop for and prepare dinner or, better yet, make reservations.  It always seems right to me that the person who makes the reservation should call for the check—and pay it.

Judy leaves for the office before people are up and the refrigerator is stocked with the essentials for breakfast. As I do, she takes the initial order for what they want before they arrive and stocks coffee, tea, milk (regular, low-fat, and the list goes on), juices, fruit, breads and expects them to restock their own special brand of organic Swiss muesli.

Guests don't need to feel that pots and pans and dishes will break if they look at them cross-eyed.  No one likes to return home to a sink filled with dirty utensils, and please don't use the excuse, "I wasn't sure how you like to load the dishwasher."  Load it carefully, run it when it's full, and please (if you're staying with me), unload it and put the dishes, glasses and silverware where they belong.

Unless you're in the boondocks without a car, find a grocery store, a place to buy wine and liquor and go all out and spoil your host(s) with flowers, unless there are so many in the garden they'd be redundant. It's OK to deadhead the roses and cut some and put them in vases inside the house.

Bathroom etiquette:  If you're staying in a Paris apartment, chances are pretty good that bathrooms are at a premium. A WC is not a library and please don't plan on making it one unless you're home alone.  Do pick up your towels and please show others courtesy. To be upfront, the toilet brush is there to be used, and please don't leave the toilet seat up.

Bedroom etiquette:  I don't want to get personal but unless your room is separated from the living quarters, please make your bed in the morning, pick up your clothes and try to keep the room in order.

Paris apartments tend to be small so your mess becomes visible to others.  If that other is I, color me cranky. Do not feel it's offensive to strip the bed when you're leaving.  Place your sheets and used towels in a pillowcase. If there's a spread, make up the bed (sans sheets) until there's time for someone else to do it – usually in preparation for the next guest.

My son and daughter-in-law have shoes off rule in their house. I've adopted it and keep a basket by the front door since I hate seeing shoes strewn everywhere.  Some adults may be taken aback, and if they're coming to my once-a-year dressy dinner party, they may wear shoes. But the reality is that floors tend to creak when a building is more than 120 years old as is my Paris apartment. No one loves hearing footsteps above them or finding shoe polish on their upholstery.

A friend of mine asked me to compile a do's and don'ts guide for people who rent her country home.  Clearly it wasn't the same you'd send to guests.  But come to think of it, I may just write one specifically to friends and (some very recent) acquaintances.

It would save a lot of time. I wouldn't need to explain about converter plugs, please don't bring your U.S. voltage curling iron or the fuses will blow and, yes, I have 220 voltage hairdryers in each of the bathrooms.

Some people love staying with others. Unfortunately, I don't happen to be one of them because I feel as if I have to wash the kitchen floor, paint the ceiling, and take out the trash before the wastebasket is full.

And since I'm the guest, I feel it's my responsibility to pay for dinner. After one go-around as a houseguest, I calculated that it cost more to be a guest than if we'd stayed in the town's hotel. Plus, I feel terribly embarrassed asking whether or not someone has Wi-Fi since Bonjour Paris isn't a 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. job.  If it were, I could take a real vacation!  What a nice thought... er, fantasy.

Please add any tips or thoughts you might have for being a good host.  Ditto for being the perfect houseguest!

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Karen@BonjourParis.com

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  • Howard Dinin

    Parisian Lover 14 Comments
    Fishy I'm lucky then, I guess, because except for the aforementioned friends of the family variety of guests (who once spent a spectacularly pleasurable three weeks with me in the middle of the winter--through Christmas and New Year's), all of my friends seem to adhere to that old dictum, fish and houseguests are alike in that after three days each begins to stink. No one, it seems, would leave without pitching in to clean up (including laundry, dishes, floors, and dusting) before they roar off toward the autoroute. And in one case, again the exemplary best pals of mine who are incapable of overstaying even a three-week welcome, they have introduced me to a shockingly simple protocol regarding costs: all parties buying staples and consumables, but especially food and fuel, during the stay keeps their chits (receipts, invoices, etc., plus penciled memos in a notepad just for such a purpose when there is no paper trail: going to marché twice a week is an immense pleasure, but a nightmare for bookkeeping sorts...) and then, at the end of the visit, all expenses are tallied, and the difference noted. Whoever paid more gets half the difference from the other party. In several visits over eight-plus years, we have never had a difference of more than 20 euros, so scrupulously do we race one another for the "check." These are the only guests to have. As for other expenses (the rental car itself, cleaning supplies, etc., these, I figure, are either sunk costs, the cost of doing business, or what I would spend anyway even if it were a solo sojourn at "L'Antidote," our little house in the Haut Var.
  • Monique Van Damme

    Parisian Lover 2 Comments
    Know your guests! I find it fascinating that when I invite someone to my apartment on the ocean in Miami that I didn't know them -even though I've spent years "hanging out" or going to dinner with them. Guests morph into strange creatures sometimes - either not wanting to do any of the things you planned for them (if they are alone) or not including you in the things they have arranged. Others sleep all day and others leave messes so I've just started saying - "No," to most - except my nearest and dearest. Others I arrange an empty apartment & I pay the cleanup fees. It keeps a friendship - or at least what I thought one was! The Grinch
  • Karen Fawcett

    Parisian Lover 222 Comments
    Regarding your posts.... thank you!

    And Howard - you know how much I love debate ;-) we had 87 consecutive nights of house guests when we first moved to Paris. Not one group (many of whom I didn't know well -- or at all) stayed less than a minimum of a week.

    When we had a house in Provence, we had house guests galore. Many of them did more than their share. Others did zip because "they were on vacation." One of my great omissions in this article was that people who work at home are working and not on vacation. No - as much as I'd like to go out for a three hour long lunch, I simply can't. Not if I am going to work afterwards. And please, I adore seeing the Eiffel Tower. But not at midnight.. merci.
  • Sharon O'Neal

    Parisian Lover 1 Comments
    Don't Overstay Your Welcome And... Remember that your host(s) have a life so don't overstay your welcome. And ask them if you could bring anything from, for example, the USA they can't get in Paris (or France). That would be a great thank-you for letting me stay with you "guest gift." It works the other way too. When I posted in Moscow, I always took several cans of caviar to my friends in the USA. From Paris you can take chocolates, perhaps a bottle of great wine, etc.
  • Howard Dinin

    Parisian Lover 14 Comments
    The Trick We clearly travel in different circles. Or you have friends even more well-heeled. What I've found is that the trick is to get people to visit. Incomprehensible to me, of course, is how the beauty, calme (in the more expansive French sense), and that elusive, but sensible, way in which time slows down could not be an immediate draw to the high-energy, high-paid, highly educated set of friends I have would not be drawn to a free stay "in the middle of nowhere" in the south of France... But no, in the space of over eight years, only one pair (a couple, dearest friends of the "virtual family" species) have had the good sense to make repeated visits. I gave up long ago trying to entice people--for their own pleasure mind you; I'm happy as the proverbial pig in the proverbial... just being there by my onesies, so I figure, "their loss." European friends are another matter. Good friends from Paris are at the front door of our obscure village house in less than seven hours (why they'd put up with seven hours straight in a Renault Twingo is beyond me... but I'm not a native Frenchperson with a sense of the inestimable value of a cost-free, aside from food, fuel, and tolls idyll in la France profonde). Or a London friend who is more than happy to jump on one of those RyanAir or other carriers with ridiculous fares even to the most desirable of destinations. The cost of guests has never been a problem, as I'm fortunate that somehow I grew up with my filter for "friendship" including a sense of the other person's notions of fairness, equitability, and what Rousseau famously called the social contract. I have enormous amounts to say about how to be a guest, and how to have a guest, but this is not the place to do it.

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