When I came up with my slightly complicated why thank you for the invitation I shall go to the Louis Vuitton show in Paris and hmmm why don’t I stay in Paris an extra day so I can take a train to Lausanne for Meriel’s baby shower plan, I was rather pleased about the stay in Paris section, as I had an invitation to check out Hotel Seven burning a hole in my inbox.
After all, when a room promises a lighting mood board with ’10 psychedelic settings’, ‘2 WCs with a chessboard in the middle’, a ‘Rabbit emerging from the wall’ and by way of a coda, a ‘Clawfoot tub and shower’, it would be hard not to want to check it out.
So I was booked into the Alice suite, which did indeed have all the above as features, plus a wall of clocks, a Cheshire cat in residence on the back of the sofa, lamps made from teetering piles of tea cups, and a bedspread adorned with rather phallic-looking hand embroidered mushrooms in an eat me homage.
I loved staying here, not just because I love Alice and could make psychedelic lights patterns dance across the walls and ceiling from a panel by my head, but because behind all the gimmicks, it was beautifully airy, very light and extremely comfortable, with a marshmallowy duvet, lovely slipper bath, and all the things I demand in a well-appointed hotel room.
A Nespresso machine, plug sockets by the bed for my phone and laptop, good bedside reading lights, every kind of toiletry I could possibly need, from toothbrush to handcream (L’Occitane), a proper writing desk and a fridge full of interesting soft drinks & juices, as well as booze.
I holed up for an entire day doing email and catching up on blog posts, and ordered a quite delicious room service meal of mushroom soup (quite as good as mine), and an excellent cheese plate. Breakfast in the brightly lit sous sol was just as good, with everything from gummy worms to boiled eggs, yogurt & compote to tartines.
Whilst I think the Alice room is rather sweet, and would be lovely for a mother daughter stay, perfect for a girls’ trip and super kitsch for a romantic break, the rest of the hotel is just, if not more, insane, and begs to be visited for a properly filthy escape. Take a look at the website, and you’ll see what I mean.
By Paris prices, the hotel is extremely competitively priced for such attention to detail (rooms are roughly 200–300 euros, and the crazy ass suites are approx 400 euros+), and the location in the 5e, whilst a bit of a schlep south from the Gare du Nord, is extremely handy for all the other Paris stations: the Gares du Lyon (from where I was departing next day), Austerlitz and Montparnasse. It’s right by the rue Mouffetard, which is crammed with restaurants and speciality food shops, and is just a short cab ride from St Germain. You could walk to the Marais in 30 minutes or so (and the route would be wonderful — across the Seine), and there are plenty of metro stations nearby.
Hotel Seven, 20, rue Berthollet, 75005 Paris, France
LLG was a guest of the Hotel Seven for one night