Usually I leave Monaco with a heavy heart. As the plane zips down the runway I issue a long and exaggerated sigh. If there’s someone beside me I’ll strike up a conversation. Tell them in painful detail about my summer and how sad I am to be going home.  Throw in some gossip and the flight home goes down as quickly as a tub of Ben & Jerries. There’s no better audience than a stranger, don’t you know.
 
However, this years victim received a markedly different account. Madame Duval was entertained with a lengthy narrative detailing my plans for Paris.
 
Then she asked me where I’d be staying. I told her. Her face changed. Her politely interested expression morphed into one of knowing pleasure. 
 
The Four Seasons George V in Paris needs no introduction. It’s a heavyweight of hospitality, elegance and style.  The Zagat Hotel Guide has listed it as Number One of all hotels in the world.
 
I touched down in the city of many clichés: love, great food and berets. But my mind was elsewhere. I was très très excited about my stay. 

 

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The Four Seasons George V was built in 1928 and is located on the eponymous Avenue George V, just a stone’s throw from The Champs-Élysées. The George Cinq’s historical yet understated opulence meant it quickly became a home away from home for the great and the good.
  
 We walked across the marble reception, filled with the sweet lingering scent of the snowy hydrangeas arranged by the creative director for flowers, Jeff Leatham. Despite the grandeur of the property you never feel stifled and most of the guests were in fact off duty – wandering off into the Parisian afternoon wearing trainers and t-shirts.  
 
Of course, the staff at the reception desk were expecting us and we were ushered through polished corridors of wood, priceless original oils and 17th century tapestries, up to our room on the 7th floor. 
 
 
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We were staying in a Premier room with a private outdoor terrace, sun loungers and dizzying view of the courtyard below. The huge space was appointed in beautiful mint greens, creams and soft violets.  We were welcomed by fresh flowers by the bed and two chocolate opera cakes with their sugary caress.
 
I had the perfect afternoon nap. Four Seasons beds are unmatched for comfort and there’s nothing quite like falling into a soft snowy mountain of Egyptian cotton after the day’s exertions.
 
 My alarm went around 4pm, so I thought I’d have breakfast on the terrace. I ordered a warm goats cheese salad, some green tea and a generous portion of petite fours. The food arrived and my Francophile fantasy could begin. I plugged my ipod into the speakers and ate to the romantic Gallic whisper of Carla Bruni and  the rough bluesy tune of George Brassens. The food was as perfect as the atmosphere, which was as perfect as the view from my perch. 
 
 
 
 
 
I was rather enjoying my self indulgent afternoon and so on went the cozzie and down to the spa I trundled. Of course, they had thought of everything. I sat in the serene reception area flicking through Vogue. The allure of the snack station was overpowering and I soon had a plate of goodies (dates, pecans, fresh fruit) to add to the day’s deliciousness. The receptionist took me through the treatment list and we decided on one which I booked for the next day. I then jumped in the pool… bobbed in the jacuzzi… steamed in the sauna.. and fell asleep (again) on a chaise longue in the relaxation area. 
 
I woke up. I was beginning to see a pattern. This was followed by even more food and music. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fast forward a few days and I am getting increasingly agitated about the prospect of going home.
 
 But it’s time to go home. I am distraught. I walk out the door and  feel like I’m waving goodbye to a lover. “It’s only for a little while” I tell myself. Adieu and farewell, till we meet again.
 

 

 

 

 
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Looks absolutely beautiful, will keep this in mind if I'm ever planning a romantic Paris trip!

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What a truly impeccable hotel! The mother/daughter yearly tradition to go there sounds wonderful and I would absolutely love to jump in that bed! It looks so comfortable and cosy!

Gem x
http://www.gemmameansjewel.com

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I'm so jealous! My favourite city & one of my favourite hotels..I really enjoyed this post, everything looks so luxurious!

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Thank you Tiffany 🙂 back in london and missing it already xx

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Absolutely! It's just a dream 🙂 xxx

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A girl after my own heart! I need to stay here, it looks phenomenal! Not envious at all of the spa hopping or the chocolate cakes! Ha ha xxx

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I think I just died and went to heaven – except that's heaven and i'm still at my desk in a cubicle…..hmmmmmmm.

xo
Nicole
http://www.hourglassandbloom.wordpress.com

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Beautiful, but not relatable in the slightest for the 99% of us!

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