Hotel Original. 8 boulevard Beaumarchais. Paris, 11.
I want to move in. Preferably on the 6th floor,
where each of the attic rooms is dedicated to one of the 7 deadly sins. You can lose yourself if the comfort of the
(fake) fur bed throws, the rich black furniture, the golden chocolate sheen of
the walls. The ceiling is one perfect
photo of ‘greed’, in the present case: a beautiful, fragile girl, wrapped in a
fox coat and pearl necklaces. It is easy
to forget the bustling of the Bastille neighborhood or the fact that there are
neighbors at all. All is quiet.
The perfectly helpful, professional and personable staff is the cherry on top.
The perfectly helpful, professional and personable staff is the cherry on top.
Bonus: light fixtures that look like giant jellyfish ornate the breakfast room. a rain of blue and purple leds falls from the ceiling in the lobby.
Welcome to my dreams.
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