The Four Seasons is one of the most renowned luxury hotel chains, of the branches I have visited this Paris location is perhaps the most exceptional. Standing tall on the prestigious George V Avenue, moments away from the impressive Champs, this beautiful fortress is in the ideal location for a weekend away in the city of love.
Walking into the main hall, I was overwhelmed by the tall ceilings, the bright and airy feel and abundance of fresh white flowers blossoming in every corner. It is the epitome of Parisian elegance. All your worries are instantly alleviated, your bags whisked away by a smartly dressed team and all your needs met by the kind reception staff. We were briefly shown round the ground floor – every room is utterly stunning and remarkable, decorated and arranged with the utmost care and attention, pristine clean and sparkling.
We were guided to floor six where the door was opened to one of the newly decorated suites. A beautiful buttery yellow room, the pale walls and furniture reminded me of the Parisian macaroon shop LaDuree’s dainty displays and pastel coloured cakes.
The Four Seasons’ designers are so clever, our room was decadent but delicate, cosy and yet spacious. There were too many amenities to enjoy in just one night, everything has been thought of. A lavish marble bathroom is a lovely place to relax, with a huge bath, separate power shower and toilet room. Sweet smelling Bulgari toiletries, super soft slippers and terry bathrobes are on hand for your comfort. In the living area modern luxuries are discreet presented: a large interactive television, iPod speakers, CD player and clock/radio. A desk fully kitted out with FS stationery is placed appropriately by the window and bookshelves are filled with gorgeous vintage books, if you do have a moment to read a French classic. I was amazed by the sophisticated and intricate artwork on our bedroom walls. Particularly pretty monochrome prints added a unique flair to the otherwise traditional room.
Never before have I stayed in a room that I loved so much, the character and feel suited me so well. We intended to hit the French nightlife on Friday evening but after retiring upstairs and collapsing exhausted onto the marshmallow bed, we found it impossible to leave our luxurious hotel room. Instead the curtains were drawn and I fell into a deep dreamy sleep.
Breakfast at the Four Seasons was a trip highlight for me. Brought up to our room on a trolley we dined in style refreshed by a gentle breeze from the balcony. Divine plates of fruit, warm flaky croissants and vibrant freshly squeezed orange juice. Sipping the hot frothy cappuccino, it was difficult to imagine being anywhere more indulgent. If there is one meal the French do well, it is breakfast – I savoured every mouthful of the delicious pastries and ripe fruit. Packing up our bags whilst listening to a melancholy Edith Piaf from the speakers, I was devastated to be leaving this glorious accommodation.
The Four Seasons on George V Avenue is a palace of Parisian perfection… I adored every second of my stay in this heavenly hotel.
More information on Four Seasons Paris here.