On a recent trip to Paris, I wrote a review/essay about my experience at the Hotel Duo for boutique hotel experts, Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
For many, driving in Paris rates somewhere between a visit to the dentist and replacing a toilet commode. It’s true that the bustling labyrinth of small streets that makes the city so charming for a visiting pedestrian can make it downright perilous for your average suburban driver. As we ventured into the lively Le Marais district, searching for the small cross-street that would take us to the Hotel Duo, we were no exception. We might have missed our turn entirely if not for the young man in an afro wig, fishnet tights and tuxedo jacket that cut us off on his bicycle. He ended up being our beacon, his nearly bare bottom guiding us directly to the hotel’s entrance spare grey entrance...
(To read the rest of the review, click here).