Clambering out of our taxi, a familiar street greeted us and we found the Hotel entrance easily, realising we had previously dined at the neighbouring restaurant back in the summer. Hotel Indigo was quietly unassuming. The lobby was small with a simple reception desk on the right and the lifts beyond that. To the left was a big fire place, seating and a bar area with a lighting feature above it reminiscent of the one at Sushi Samba in London.
We headed right and were quickly handed our keys and directed
towards the lifts. A short walk down a corridor lead us to our Junior Suite and
as we opened the door another long corridor spread out in front of us. Halfway
down, was a full length mirror facing a huge bathroom with walk in shower and
next to it, the loo.
Opening the double doors from the corridor into the bedroom, it curved around and we realised we had one whole side of the building. A beautiful large bed sat at one end of the room with a sofa, coffee table, chairs and desk area at the other end. Simply but beautifully decorated.
Taking it all in, our bags were dumped in the hallway and we climbed straight into the soft duvet falling asleep in minutes.
In the morning the sun streamed in through the windows, the white sheer curtains flapped gently in the morning breeze and we both jumped out of bed ready for the morning.
Our first port of call was a morning shop in Zara to pick up a few basic pieces after Ben’s suitcase hadn’t quite made it to Paris with us. When we’d stocked up on an outfit each, we popped back across the road to the hotel for breakfast.
A delicious continental feast was waiting for us and we placed our order for bacon and eggs on toast with the waiter before getting stuck into the fruit and pastries. It wasn’t the best buffet breakfast I had ever seen (remember Shangri La?!) but there was everything you needed and they had even added some quintessentially French touched like flan for breakfast.
Wolfing it down, we returned to our room for a relaxing morning simply enjoying, mesmerised by the people on the street below going about their daily life. We had a lunch reservation at 1pm at Cafe de la Paix so once we’d completed a bit of work that needed doing and filming a video for our Youtube channel, it was time to head out again.
Cafe de la Paix was beautiful with a classic old-school Parisian Interior. A grand Christmas tree greeted us before the staff tried to find our reservation. Eventually, after being seated at the wrong table, they found the correct spot for us and we immediately buried our noses into a glass each. Pink champagne for me and red wine for him, it was a nice start to the three courses that were to follow.
We both had Duck Foie Gras to start, then I chose Scallops for main while He had Chicken and Veal Quenelle followed by a Caramel Apple Tarte Tartin.
Our waitress was absolutely lovely, never leaving our glasses empty and constantly asking us if we were ok or if we needed anything, without being invasive which is a skill not many possess.
When we’d had our fill, we decided it was time for a little adventure around Paris and wandered to one of our favourite spots at the Louvre
museum. Next time I visit Paris, I vow to visit the museum, we just haven’t quite got around to it yet.
Stopping for photos along the way, we continued our walk back
towards the hotel.
A dog barking stopped us in our tracks. To our left was a little underground space, glass archway doors lead down a set of wooden stairs and beyond was a dalmation lying on a blanket and a bar beyond. It was the picture of a perfect evening, and as the sun had already started to set, we opened the little door and made our way inside.
To our surprise, the lady within spoke perfect English and was in fact Irish. She told us about the wonderful little underground bar (Au Caveau Montpensier) we had entered and explained that the Dalmation (Bleu) was actually an ex-Vogue model (something the owner, who later popped in for a few drinks, is incredibly proud of). We were in the presence of a real life Vogue Celeb. There was even a picture on the wall to prove it.
We ordered a few cocktails and perched on the high stools to watch them being made. When we’d swum our way through a few cocktails each, we said our thank you’s and good bye’s and decided to cancel our dinner reservation in favour of a takeaway in the room watching the final few episodes of The Missing.
I woke when the sun touched my face, clung on to the sheets for an extra few minutes then sprung out of bed ready for the day ahead.
We raced to Palais Royal before the hoards to get a few quick snaps then, after breakfast, we set ourselves up with a day of sightseeing.
First stop, a wander around the Old Town.
In and out of winding streets, through Galeries
and Markets and past the most incredible architecture.
We walked miles over bridges and a 360 degree view of the City, stopping every so often to snap things with our cameras. It was one of the laziest days itinerary-wise I’ve ever spent in Paris but such a lovely alternative to the usual packed schedule we choose.
As our flight was at 6pm, we decided to skip lunch and see as much as we could instead so grabbed a pancake from the Christmas market (the best ever!) to keep us going.
We caught the sunset from Pont Alexandre III (our favourite spot in Paris) before hurrying back to the lovely hotel to grab our bags and jump in a taxi to the airport.