The restaurant, too, is something of a boon. The veal carpaccio with salicornia is not to be missed.
If you’re looking for gyms and pools and other assorted chain-hotel bells and whistles (electric curtains, anyone?), then this place may not be for you. If, however, you want atmosphere and good design and a certain amount of Parisian chic, then get booking. Housed in a 19th-century edifice on the corner of the busy Rue du Faubourg Montmartre in the 9th arrondissement, the hotel is enviably placed, surrounded as it is by the auction house Drouot, the Folies Bergère and the rue Cadet food market. Within, the 40 rooms are all different, the product of the corner plot and the creative frenzy of interior designer Ms Dorothée Meilichzon, who is responsible for the covetable marble bedside tables, Art Noveau headboards and vintage Bakelite telephones that you can quite imagine Dick Diver, the great Mr F Scott Fitzgerald character, nattering away on.