Parc Paris Apartments

Fun neighborhood. Not so good building and management

I will never rent from this or any other parc paris apartment again.

AVOID AT ALL COSTS. Deborah, the terrible building manager, will harass you at any given cost. Unless there is actually a problem (like the TONS of mold that exists in my unit, which I’ve been told is just «from water hitting the boards from a leak!» That… that means it’s mold). They will throw wild accusations at you when you attempt to report a problem with another tenant.
Actually let’s go from the beginning:
Before moving in, I signed my lease a month in advance. Gave them my rent and move in fees. Call a week before move in to get my keys, they told me that what they had on file was not valid and I needed to sign a lease before anything could happen. But they already deposited my money. And this was three weeks in the making. Why didn’t I receive a call? They were conveniently only available on the day I had already set for move in. The situation was taken care of, after I had to call them multiple times. They eventually sent the maintenance guy (Alex) in.
I wake up the day after moving in to a cockroach squirming all over my stuff. To be fair, they came in the next day. At this time, I was dealing with Barbara instead of Deborah. She was helpful. I miss her. (Barbara left in March 2015 after almost being run over by another tenant for temporarily parking in his spot).
The ground floor is swarming with large cockroaches. They sometimes crawl into the elevator or washing machines.
There is an advertised workout room, which is actually just a breeding ground for mold and dirt. If you have old workout equipment that no longer works, they’ll probably take it.
March 2015, I get notified that there is a leak in my unit that someone will be coming to repair.
I get home that day to a gigantic hole in my wall and floor. Again: there are cockroaches and mold in this building. I don’t need to welcome them into my home.
This process lasted over FOUR DAYS. I was given zero notice that it would be dragged out this long, I had to send them multiple emails before they told me that so and so would be here this day and the other would be here that day. Still being told I’m wrong about the VISIBLE MOLD ISSUE.
April 2015: new neighbor begins knocking on my door at 10:30pm, yelling obscenities and accusing me of abusing my dog. LOL, NO. My dog is the most spoiled, loved, well taken care of rescue dog I’ve ever known. Email Deborah and Mark (Barbara’s awful replacement). No response.
Neighbor falsely calls Anti Cruelty Society on me. Notify building managers again. They responded with an accusatory and insulting response at 1am the next day. This response includes telling me that «multiple people have complained about the treatment of my dog.» Except I had never heard of this. And again, I assure you my dog is the LAST dog you need to worry about (I come with tons of references from pet service professionals, as well as a phone filled with him, & a Facebook of stories about my dog).
I have two more weeks left in this awful place. I’m counting down the minutes.
AVOID AVOID AVOID. YOU WILL BE SORRY.
The one star is for the location. It’s by the lake and a gigantic park.

Nine years. Nine years is a really long time to be the tenant in an apartment complex you really dislike.
Case in point: the windows. Shoddily installed. One storm window was barely hanging onto the building. I pointed this out to Alex many times. Especially during the winter seasons where the apartment would get drafty and dangerously ILLEGALLY cold. 311 was dialed many times. And the radiator gave out heat with all the power of a damp gerbil fart. On the one occasion where I threatened legal action the real estate company dispatched Alex with due haste to my apartment with a few cans of caulk. Alex also suggested that if I wanted to remain comfortable in an apartment that I was already spending over $ 700 a month for that I should turn on the oven and sit on the radiator.
I’m serious. So was he. He looked me straight in the face and told me I should sit on the radiator.
A few weeks ago, I rode my bike past the place and saw brand spanking new storm windows on my old apartment. I may have mumbled a few four-​letter words.
What else? There was the refrigerator that constantly leaked tepid water. I would put a work order reporting it in the metal box next to the office downstairs. Alex and/​or Deborah admitted to responding to it a few times, while I was at work, hours later, when whatever puddle was there had already dried up. I imagine they shrugged their shoulders comically, scratched their heads and said, «Leak? I don’t see no leak!»
Washers, dryers, and elevators break down with frequent regularity. Perhaps the fact that they keep hiring the same useless people to fix them is why they keep breaking down. Occasionally you’ll see vermin in the halls. Oh, and it’s been three-​and-​a-​half months since I’ve moved and I still haven’t received my security deposit back. Pretty sure that’s illegal.

I lived here for 2 years and it was 1 of the worst experiences of my life. The woman who manages the place is basically a slumlord and she is so beyond cheap about everything and rarely turned on the heat to the point when you have to always call the city and report it.

note in the ads for this dump they say «a work out room»
Yeah its been worked over & seems to be a storage room. Equipment is old & beyond repair. The smell of mold makes just walking in to check it out a sinus disaster.