[The Hôtel de Ville (town hall) in Maisons-Laffitte; it's straight ahead right when you get off the RER A.]
Let us now draw the distinction between "outside of Paris" and "outside of Paris." Yes, there are areas "outside of Paris" where a girl wouldn't want to walk alone. Most people are probably familiar with the riots that happened there in 2005.
But the best way I can describe Maisons-Laffitte is a giant, manicured park. Green everywhere. People walking around with their preppy cardigans tied over their shoulders is the norm. The clip-clop of horses' hooves (there's a hipprodrome here, and horses are a big thing). There's a château and beautiful gardens, as these used to be the hunting ground of a rich noble back in the day.
Since B.'s parents are kindly hosting me, I'll stay here until I can find my own apartment in Paris. Wish me luck!
P.S. Not to brag, but more compliments on my French: someone said that I speak the best French of any American they've ever heard!
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