Hotel Montalembert Paris, Paris

Arriving in Paris in 1963 from Tokyo and about to embark on a Junior Year Abroad from Yale, I felt as if the Hotel Montalembert was Old World France enveloping me in its welcoming arms. This was the France of classic novels and movies, heady with sensuality and tradition. Arriving again in 1998 and locked out of a friend's apartment due to an absent concierge, The Hotel Montalembert was every bit as warm in its welcoming embrace. This time it was new, and "in", up-to-the-minute and universally charmingly so. Waking up the next morning in comfort and serenity was pure joy. How lucky can you get?

We stayed here several years ago and it was the perfect Parisian vacation. The hotel is small, and is an amazing blend of trendy style and old Paris. The staff was wonderful, the breakfast divine and we were thrilled to go back there each night. Highly recommend it!!

The beds were so comfy and soft, I didn't want to even look around the city. I came for a relaxing vacation and more education about Paris. Lets just say I got the relaxing part down. I know what you're thinking, that I'm pathetic and sarcastic, but if you laid in that bed, you would be too.( I'm not sarcastic!) When I finally got out of bed, I decided to tour Paris, which was only about a block away! When I got back, that wonderful bed was made up!! Talk about wonderful service! My neighbors were loud, but in that kind of bed, I could sleep all night long with no problems! I couldn't understand how a hotel could be so wonderful that I started calling it home. I was so happy to stay there for the month that I did,(I kept extending the amount of days), that when I left I felt like I was leaving home. Why wouldn't I? There were great neighbors, wonderful service, a great location, a clean bathroom( the most important part), and lets not forget that bed! I took one last look at MY bedroom and left with a horrible feeling in my stomach. I felt like I was abandoning my whole life and throwing it into the trash. That is how bad I felt. I looked at the most comfortable bed ever then threw my luggage aside and took one last jump for my best memory of the best vacation ever. When I got into the taxi, I started to realize that I hadn't seen any part of the city. You would think I would feel stupid,but I didn't I had the best vacation of my life.