I wrote last week about the first half of my Parisian (oooo la la) adventure, which began on the Eurostar – you can read about this here – and involved more croissants than I would normally recommend for a week. Let alone breakfast. *Does 20 sit ups* (Totally am not doing 20 sit ups, don’t be ridiculous.)
When I arrived at Garre de Nord, I hopped into une taxi, which whizzed me over (15 mins, if you please) to my beautiful accommodation for the night – the glorious Hotel Pont Royal, a five star hotel, set in the heart of the super stylish Saint-Germain de Prés area – one of the most sought after locations in Paris.
Hotel Pont Royal has a natural elegance about it (like Grace Kelly) and prides itself on a rather long literary and artistic heritage. The hotel’s Signature Bar was a firm favourite of the likes of authors like Hemmingway, Miller, Fitzgerald, and also painters Miro, Chagall and Buffet would enjoy a tipple while chatting about the weather… or perhaps paintbrushes.
Two star Michelin chef, Joel Robuchon has created stunning menus for both the restaurant and the bar, which was also once a regular hotspot for the likes of Jean-Paul Sartre and Francoise Sagan. (Let me just pick those names up off the floor..) There may have been a wonderful selection of cocktails as well… I may have had one. Um, I may have had two.
Beautiful, old, traditional, romantic Paris shone throughout the hotel. From the dark wood panelling in the lifts, to the tap fittings in my bathroom – all the rooms are authentically decorated, to echo the Parisian Left Bank’s rich culture and heritage. There is a wonderful sense of history and pride in the detail. I really felt that this hotel had many stories to tell… if only the walls could talk..
The location really couldn’t be better – everything really is in walking distance; The Champs Elysées, Concorde, The Louvre and Musee D’Orsay, you’re a stone’s throw away from the galleries, designers and publishing houses.. and of course, you’re just a few minutes stroll from the Seine. I set off with my trusty map, (couldn’t have looked more like a tourist) and explored the streets…
|Poppy in Paris. Dress – Monsoon Shoes – Aldo|
I walked along the Seine and found my way to the Eiffel Tower.. although the unbelievably delicious apricot tarte, which I had bought from one of the prettiest patisseries I’ve ever seen, got most of my attention…
I marched my socks (wasn’t wearing socks) off and my tired legs and I slept very well that evening. The next day I woke up to a delicious buffet breakfast, as much tea as I could handle and extremely smiley waiters and waitresses. They were an absolute delight, as were all the staff at the hotel – they could not have been more charming.
After breakfast I packed up my bits and bobs, checked out and left my bag with reception so I could roam the city for another full day, before jumping on Eurostar at 8:30pm to whizz me home to London.
I had such a wonderful stay in Paris and couldn’t have packed more into my overnight stay. The location of the hotel really enabled me to make the most of my time and never once did I feel rushed or time poor.
Hotel Pont Royal is not only a stunning hotel, but an integral part of a legendary neighbourhood that continues to perpetuate a first-class literary and artistic tradition..
And I loved it.