I’m not sure that there could be a better situation for a Parisian hotel than the Place de Vendôme. The Ritz is there, and just on the edge is the ravishing, small but perfectly formed, Hôtel de Vendôme. There are a lot of hotels that call themselves boutique hotels these days, but the Hôtel de Vendôme really does live up to the billing: it’s a five-star with just twenty-nine rooms: ten suites and nineteen guest rooms, in a building that dates from 1832, and which was once the site of the Embassy of the Republic of Texas.
Whilst the bedrooms are filled with filled with antique furniture and feature amazing marble bathrooms, the restaurant and bar, where I ate breakfast, (and wrote about here), has recently had a dramatic transformation from leather club room to the né plus ultra of rose and grey French chic.
My deluxe room had a small seating area, delicious window boxes full of red geraniums and a chandelier I covet:
The bed was enormous, with just the most luxurious crisp, white bedlinen, into which I dived with utter glee. I slept so well that I didn’t wake until 0930hrs.
As the hotel is slap, bang in the centre of Paris, I shot off exploring par Vélib the moment I arrived ( here). It really couldn’t be better placed in Paris for shopping, museums and general Parisian loveliness. (It is also a short walk from the Madeleine and, more importantly, my beloved Laduree, source of the world’s most delicious pistachio macaroons.)
LLG was a guest of the Hôtel de Vendôme