Le Grand Mazarin | Paris, France
This is not a hotel for the faint of fashion. Or minimalists. Or anyone who doesn’t understand the power of a chartreuse velvet armchair. Le Grand Mazarin is where you go when you want your Paris trip to feel less like a well-planned vacation and more like a fever dream directed by Wes Anderson after three martinis.
The rooms? Bold, brazen, and not afraid of pink. The lobby? A rococo daydream that smells like Diptyque and ambition. There’s a stained-glass pool in the basement and a library where you can pretend to read Proust while eavesdropping on the couple next to you who just got engaged.
Come for the wallpaper, stay because Paris suddenly feels like a fever dream you never want to wake up from.
The hammam tiles look like something out of a surrealist postcard.
Room service is absurdly good and somehow arrives hotter than your espresso.
The pool glows. The library winks. And the colors? The colors could convert a minimalist.
Why We Love It
Location: smack in the Marais, dangerously close to Sézane
Style: if your chicest Parisian aunt designed a hotel after one too many spritzes of vintage Guerlain
Mood: theatrical, romantic, and just self-aware enough not to take itself too seriously
Ideal For
People who use “tablescape” in casual conversation. Design lovers. Anyone whose suitcase contains both a silk slip dress and a TUMI adapter.
Sebastian Luxe Perks
Daily breakfast, room upgrade if available, flexible check-in and check-out, and absolutely no beige.