L'Hotel

Oh what a wonderful Belle Epoque boutique hotel! From the first step into this gem, you are transported to a more exotic and beautiful time, a Paris that no longer exists.
Rooms are elegant and very comfortable, the bed is out of this world pleasant and the bathroom has deep soaking tubs.
They have “private” pools and saunas provide free once each stay. You lock the door and swim however you may desire… water is a bit cool for things to get wild unless you are a polar bear.
They also have beautiful harem like salon that serves wonderful cocktails. The “L’Hotel” is amazing so while I have had a few—- that is the only one I’ve ever tried.
They also have an off menu Charcuterie board that is very good, why it’s an off menu secret…?
Thursday is jazz night a free concert that is definitely worth going to even if you aren’t a guest of the hotel.
In addition if all the previous wasn’t enough, there is a wonderful breakfast menu including in your stay with options like eggs Benedict with salmon and many more delicious treats.
This has become our favorite Paris hotel and indeed we will be staying there again in just a couple weeks !!!

L’Hotel is seriously impressive. From the moment you walk through its doors and see the view through the bar to the lounge and its garden you realize that it exists at a different level, its interiors steeped in the history, culture and refinement that is all part of the extraordinary St Germain area that surrounds it. Our room was exceptional. Decorated with damask and material walls, it had windows that opened onto a stunning view over the rooftops. No better place in Paris. At the time the city was preparing for the coming Olympics. I was tempted to try some kayaking and swimming in the Seine.

Charming hotel, did not stay there, just visited the bar. Live music on Thursdays.

Luxury boutique hotel with romantic rooms and soft light. Very attentive and professional staff, instantly helping in big and small matters. Special thanks to Antonina and Anna for the fast and high-quality organization of the birthday. 🫶

I have spent my birthday a year ago in the bar with nice live Jazz music. This hotel’s bar is a hidden gem and so special!

The most wonderful little boutique hotel in the heart of elegant St Germain.
Booking in time to have a hammam and swim is definitely worth it, something magical happens down there!
Our room was beautifully appointed, bed was super soft and comfortable.
All the staff we interacted with were polite, friendly and efficient, making this feel like our home away from home in Paris.
We also loved relaxing in the bar, enjoying a spicy mango margarita or spritz.

Charming place. It’s like you can touch bits of history, les beaux arts & co. So romantic and dreamy, and the stuff is very polite and gentil.

Lovely hotel. Lots of character and in a great position for the shops and galleries of St Germain. The rooms were a little dark but the hotel are addressing this. Would stay here again.

The best of the best in the only OK neighborhood of paris. This hotel has everything. Spa, history, taste. It’s an original location. I used to go more often before it got sold to a large group years ago when it had a Michelin starred restaurant. It’s still good but you can feel the difference a bit.

My first trip abroad at 46 years old & I was diving right in by spending four weeks at an artist’s residency in northeastern France. But first I was going to give myself a couple days in Paris to acclimate to the clock, the language, etc. Anthony Bourdain always said L’Hôtel was where he stayed when in Paris…it was the last residence of Oscar Wilde…so having no better argument for anywhere else I booked my stay there. I paid the extra to get the shuttle limo from Charles deGaulle Airport and right there set the tone for my stay. My driver—a lovely young woman who was an Italian-Croatian transplant to Paris herself—picked me up and gave me some great tips for my first stay in Paris. She brought me then to the lobby of a place I hadn’t even suspected was so sumptuous—almost decadently so—from the website or reviews I’d read.

The place was small—boutique really—luxuriously styled, absolutely wonderful. Like something from the past century. The staff were quick to check me in, offered me a bottled water and a seat as they had my bags taken to my room and acquainted me with the rules and options of my stay.

I booked a private hour in the cellar’s heated pool and went up to my room. Again: incredible luxury that felt out of proportion with the affordable rate I’d gotten booking months in advance. My room had gilt wallpaper in rich Rococo motif and felt like I was a modern Hemingway alone on a Parisian excursion. It took a few moments to get used to the European setup for a ‘master electrical switch’ that activates power to the light switches and such. The WiFi was excellent. The bathroom was great (though my only caveat there was that the marble rim of the tub is so wide that even with the curtain pulled shut, water would go from the back wall and along that rim to collect on the floor no matter how hard I tried).

With errands run and dinner acquired, I changed and went down to the pool around 7. It’s a little labyrinthine down in the cellar but upon finding the pool…oh what a dreamlike & marvelous thing especially to take the stresses away from a day and a half of flying across the ocean to a strange foreign city! I rested my phone against one of the stone columns by the ladder, then floated in the warm pool lit by slowly-changing submerged lights while looking up at the stone brick ceiling. I listened to Sarah Neufeld’s “When the Light Comes In,” Charles Tenet’s “La Mer,” Jeff Buckley’s “je ne connais pas le fin”and felt at peace, so wonderfully surreal at being a hick from Ohio and now in the same hotel as Oscar Wilde & Anthony Bourdain, in one of the most famous & historic cities in the world.

I slept like a baby.

The next morning I tried the breakfast buffet which is an incredible spread of delicious and varied offerings. Croissants, hard boiled eggs…these are fairly standard French breakfast foods. But they also had plates of figs, dates, oranges, apples, bananas, salted nuts. There were decanters of actual fresh-squeezed apple and orange juices alongside the chilled milk. Spinach & cheese quiches, thick glazed ham slices, a platter of different varieties of cheese from Brie to Roquefort. I found myself trying a little of everything. Hot coffee and chocolates. Tiny jars of strawberry or mixed fruit confiture. All under a gorgeous skylight and the overcast February sunlight let me comfortably, even lazily just eat and read my book while the hidden speakers played an assortment of eclectic music: one moment it would be a Françoise Hardy love song, the next Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusherman.”

My entire stay was too brief—by the next day I was off to catch the train to Chaumont. But I’ll never forget this place the rest of my life. The staff, decor, food, ambience, the pool…everything was absolutely perfect. You could do worse staying somewhere in Paris…but you could hardly do better. Highly recommend.