Imagine your wealthy dowager aunt’s pied à terre in Paris, which was designed by your aunt’s dearest bachelor pal who also happened to be Halston’s interior designer – and you have a general idea of the time warp chambers at this amiable establishment.
The generously proportioned rooms are studies in chartreuse and puce, sometimes furnished with Philippe Starck ghost chairs and purple paisley upholstered fauteuils.
Bathrooms are particularly expansive with double marble sinks and enough floor space to conduct a yoga class.
The breakfast room features a living tropical wall and Limoges china festooned with palms – and you almost expect Josephine Baker to make an appearance offering you fresh bananas. The buffet is well-stocked, with a delicious fresh fruit salad and eggs with timers, for your own personal boiling preference.
Tucked off the lobby is the Michelin-starred restaurant, William Frachot, which is sort of like the impeccable gentleman on your eccentric aunt’s arm.
The prevailing atmosphere at Hostellerie du Chapeau Rouge is akin to living with Auntie Mame and her adoring, adorable disciples. After two nights, you’ll think about moving in full-time.