If it’s good enough for Gaga, it’s good enough for me.
La TREMOILLE was just what we needed after a busy few days of wandering the city of Paris, dancing our feet off at Pitchfork festival and eating a glut of rich food. It’s everything you would expect from a boutique five star hotel in one of the most luxurious and romantic cities in the world. Exceptionally friendly and helpful staff, a bed fit for five kings, all the amenities you could possibly need, no less than a choice of six Moulton Brown shower gels, the softest bath robes and padded slippers, high ceilings and a balcony looking out onto the cobbled streets below.
As I entered the room, the child in me was unleashed and I took a running leap and crashed down onto the bed, enveloping myself in expensive silky smooth bedding. I could have easily crawled under the duvet and not moved until I had to check out, but I sensibly dragged myself up and took one last wander into the city, a few minutes away to the Champs Elysee, where I sauntered along, face in the sun, staring at the huge group of people stood on top of the Arc de Triumph as I walked. I passed Ladurée on the way and was sucked in by the queue, the scent of expensive sugary goods and the decadent packaging. I queued for a good 20 minutes and walked out with a box full of exotic flavoured macarons and a kugelhof, one of my favourite pastries, which are almost impossible to find in London.
When I arrived back to the room, the excitement at the thought of my impending sleep in one of the biggest and most comfortable beds I had seen in a while hit me. But first we needed to eat. Sundays in Paris around the area we were staying is a calming experience. Even though you are smack bang in the centre of bustling Paris, the area shuts down and you join only a handful of others wandering the streets. Having exhausted our appetites for French food in the days leading up to our stay, we decided on a lovely Chinese restaurant, which was only a five minute walk from the hotel.
Hunger satisfied and eyelids heavy, we shut the heavy curtains, leaving the balcony door ajar to allow the comforting and soothing sound of rain beating down on the streets outside to send us off to sleep.
When the morning arrived, we left enough time to enjoy the buffet breakfast in the dining room, which was clad with velvet-upholstered banquettes. We enjoyed mini pastries, delicious preserves, fresh fruit, juices and classic English breakfast. Sadly we didn’t have enough time to check out the hotel spa as a trip to normality beckoned; so out we checked and jumped in a cab to Gare du Nord where our Eurostar awaited us on the platform. A couple of hours later, we were back in London with enough memories to last a lifetime.
Paris, I may have just fallen in love with you.
See why I fell in love with Paris on my travel blog, Doing it Anyway.
14 rue de la Trémoille – 75008 Paris
Tel. : (+33)1 56 52 14 00
Fax : (+33)1 40 70 01 08
We stayed in a Double Superior room (36 sqm), which costs around 640 euros.