Parisian Perfection: Uncover the Hidden Gem of Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre!
Parisian Perfection? Let's Talk About the Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre (and My Existential Crisis in the Sauna!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to dive headfirst into my experience at the Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre – you know, that "hidden gem" everyone's raving about. Honestly, after living there for a week, hidden gems feel more like a slightly tarnished silver locket. But hey, that’s the beauty of travel, right? You get the good, the slightly confusing, and the flat-out hilarious moments.
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Accessibility – The Wobbly Wheelchair and the Uneven Cobblestones…
Right, so accessibility. This is where things get… Parisian. The hotel itself is pretty good. The elevator? Check. Ramps? Check… mostly. The bathrooms? Okay, they're adequate for wheelchair users. But getting to the hotel? Oh, honey. Paris is a city of charm, history, and… cobblestones. And let me tell you, cobblestones and wheelchairs are not best friends. I’m not saying it's impossible; just, pack your patience. This wasn't the hotel's fault, though, more the city's!
Accessibility - On-site accessible restaurants / lounges, Wheelchair accessible: The Hotel itself is pretty good in terms of what it offers here on-site.
Internet, Internet [LAN], Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!
Okay, thank the travel gods for Wi-Fi! Free Wi-Fi in every single room? Yes, please! Because, honestly, between Instagram stalking, and my addiction to the internet, I'd have lost my mind. (And, if you’re like me, you’ll want to know: the signal was strong. I never lost connection except for when I wandered off the lobby’s signal. They could even provide Internet [LAN]),
Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas, Wi-Fi for special events: These services are fully available and good. I don't have anything more I want to say in this section.
Cleanliness and Safety – COVID-Era Concerns (and My Over-the-Top Hand Sanitizer Obsession)
So, naturally, given the current climate, cleanliness was HIGH on my list. And the Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre seems to get this.
- Anti-viral cleaning products? Present and accounted for!
- Daily disinfection in common areas? Yep.
- Room sanitization opt-out available? Sure!
- Staff trained in safety protocol? Definitely.
I think they were getting the message. They also had Hand sanitizer stations EVERYWHERE. Which, I’ll admit, I appreciated, even though I may have gone a little overboard with my own hand sanitizer arsenal. But hey, better safe than sorry, right? Right?
Things to Do, Ways to Relax – The Spa, the Sauna, and My Near-Death Experience with… Serenity?
This is where things got interesting. Okay, the hotel boasts a Spa/sauna, pool with view, and the usual Fitness center. I’m a sucker for a sauna so I was especially looking forward to this.
(Spa/sauna, Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor])
The Swimming pool [outdoor] looked beautiful on the brochures, but as it was early spring, the only swimming I did was in my dreams.
The Sauna however… that’s where things get… intense.
I get in. Perfectly serene, right? I even did the whole “close your eyes, breathe deeply” thing. The temperature starts to climb. And climb. And… climb. Suddenly, I’m picturing my internal organs roasting. I can’t breathe. My heart is hammering like a frantic woodpecker. Am I dying in a Parisian sauna? Is THIS how it ends?
(My Overdramatic Sauna Panic) – The Details
- Steamroom: (Was not available)
- Massage: (Was great afterwards to relax my muscles)
- Foot Bath: (I did not use this, but seemed lovely)
I stumble out, red-faced, gasping for air, convinced I’ve aged ten years and am now officially a pile of ash. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. A little. But the point is, the sauna was… potent. (The lovely massage afterwards helped, though!)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – From Croissants to… Questionable French Toast
(A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant)
Breakfast! Okay, this is important. I'm a breakfast person. I need my morning coffee, my pastries, and my protein. The Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre offered a Breakfast [buffet] with a pretty good selection: from the basics like Western breakfast and Coffee/tea in restaurant to the "ooh-la-la" of Asian breakfast.
The Breakfast service was really quite good. I also indulged in the Room service [24-hour] when my jet lag hit hard.
However, let’s talk about the French Toast. I ordered it one morning, lured by the promise of golden-brown perfection. What arrived… was not. It was a pale, soggy, barely-toasted mess. My face must have shown my disappointment. I ordered Salad in restaurant to cheer me up.
But the Poolside bar and the Bar made up for it. Happy hour was essential for my sanity after a day of sightseeing! And the Snack bar was great.
Services and Conveniences – Your Typical Parisian Pampering (and That Really Nice Concierge)
(Air conditioning in public area, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center)
Okay, so you’ve got your usual Parisian hotel perks: the Concierge (who was actually fantastic, by the way), the Daily housekeeping (thank goodness!), the Elevator, the Laundry service (essential after all that sauna sweat!). Also, there was a Terrace, which was lovely in the evening. And you can't go wrong with the Currency exchange service. The Doorman was on point.
Getting Around – Taxi Troubles and the Charm of the Metro
(Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking)
Getting around Paris can be… an experience. The hotel does offer an Airport transfer, but it's worth looking into other options. The Taxi service is, well it’s Paris. Make sure you use a recognized taxi company. While the hotel had a Car park [free of charge] I would not recommend one. So, you know, the Taxi service is okay.
Most importantly, the hotel is in a fantastic location, close to the Louvre!
For the Kids – A Surprisingly Family-Friendly Vibe
(Babysitting service, Family/child-friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal)
I don’t have kids, but I did notice a definite family-friendly vibe. The hotel offered a Babysitting service, and I saw a few tiny humans enjoying the Kids meal. A definite plus if you're traveling with children.
In-Room Amenities – The Good, the Bad, and the Perfectly Parisian
**(Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea,
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfect itinerary. This is a REAL trip to the Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre in Paris, warts and all. Get ready for some glorious mess.
Paris, Oh Paris! (and My Brain is Practically a Croissant)
Day 1: Arrival, Jet Lag, and a Desperate Search for Caffeine
- 8:00 AM (Give or take a catastrophic alarm clock malfunction): Landed at Charles de Gaulle. My luggage, predictably, decided to vacation in… well, somewhere other than Paris. Great start. Feeling like a dehydrated prune already.
- 9:30 AM: Found the pre-booked shuttle. The driver, bless his heart, spoke a mile a minute in French. Half of which I understood. The other half? Pure interpretive dance.
- 11:00 AM: Check-in at Hotel du Lion d'Or Louvre. The lobby is stunning. The kind of stunning that makes you want to hug a marble pillar. (I resisted.) The room? Small. Very small. But hey, it has a tiny, charming balcony! And a ridiculously comfy bed. Sold.
- 11:30 AM: Disaster. Immediately and desperately needing caffeine. Found a tiny cafe around the corner. Ordered a “café crème.” What arrived? A thimble-sized espresso with a mountain of whipped cream. Okay, not what I expected, but wow. The waiter looked at me like I was insane when I asked for something stronger. (Maybe I am.)
- 12:30 PM: Lunch. Found some overpriced bistro. The food was good, really good. But the people watching? Even better. A couple loudly arguing over the correct pronunciation of "macaron" and a woman dressed head-to-toe in leopard print. I felt right at home.
- 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Nap. Jet lag is a beast. Woke up to the sound of church bells. (Very romantic, until you realize you can't remember your own name.)
- 6:00 PM: Wander around the Louvre area. My first actual sight of the Eiffel Tower. It's… gigantic. And beautiful. Took about a billion photos. (Don't judge me.)
- 8:00 PM: Dinner at a tiny, unassuming restaurant. Had the onion soup. The best damned onion soup I’ve ever tasted in my life. Seriously, I'm considering going back every night. The waiter, a grumpy old man with a twinkle in his eye, kept trying to speak English. (I felt like I wasn't holding up my end of the conversation.)
- 9:30 PM: Back to the hotel. Bed. Passed out. The end.
Day 2: The Louvre, and My Soul Nearly Left My Body.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The hotel breakfast is surprisingly good. Croissants, pain au chocolat, jam… all of it. I’m in heaven.
- 9:30 AM: The Louvre. Oh, the Louvre. I'd mentally prepared myself, but nothing could prepare me for the sheer scale of this place. It's a city in itself.
- 10:00 AM - 4:00 PM: The Da Vinci, and the Madness. The Mona Lisa? Smaller than you think. And surrounded by enough people to populate a small country. Fighting to get a glimpse, I almost got elbowed by a man wearing a fanny pack and a hat. (The indignity!)
- 1:00 PM: Lost. Completely and utterly lost. Wandered through halls of statues, paintings, and more statues. Ended up in a room filled with ancient Egyptian artifacts, which were, frankly, terrifying.
- 2:00 PM: Managed to locate Venus de Milo. (She's missing arms, but still stunning.)
- 4:00 PM: The museum is a monster. I'm getting "museum fatigue". I just want to sit down and drink something cold.
- 6:00 PM: More food. The need to eat is constant. I feel like a bear preparing for hibernation. Found a small gelato shop. It was divine.
- 7:00 PM: Stumbled upon a beautiful park. Sat on a bench, watched the world go by, and ate my gelato. Perfect.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner at a small bistro, the food was perfect. I could get used to this whole "Parisian life" thing.
- 9:00 PM: Bed.
Day 3: Shopping, Scandal, and a Possible Existential Crisis
- 9:00 AM: Sleep. Ahhh.
- 10:00 AM: Finally awake. I need the energy to shop.
- 10:30 AM: Retail therapy time! Wandered the streets, window shopping. Saw some stuff I wanted to buy. Bought some stuff!
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a crêperie. Nutella and banana. Heaven.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: A walk on the Seine. The river is stunning.
- 5:00 PM: Afternoon tea at a fancy tea room. I felt horribly out of place, but the pastries were worth it.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant where I had a minor language barrier. The waiter seemed annoyed. I still had the best meal of my life.
- 9:00 PM: The hotel bar for a nightcap. The bartender was charming and chatted with me about Paris.
- 10:00 PM: Bed.
Day 4: Farewell, Paris! (For Now, At Least)
- 9:00 AM: Final breakfast. Sigh. I'm going to miss those croissants.
- 10:00 AM: Final walk around the Louvre, just to absorb.
- 11:00 AM: Check out and take the shuttle.
- 12:00 PM: Departure. Goodbye, Paris!
Messy Thoughts and Imperfections:
- Language Barrier: My French is… terrible. I mumble, and when I try to speak, I get a lot of blank stares. But that's okay. It’s half the fun (and the source of many laughs).
- Emotions: I laughed. I cried (almost). I felt lost, overwhelmed, and incredibly happy. Paris is a rollercoaster, and I was loving the ride.
- The Food: Oh, the food. I'm pretty sure I gained five pounds in four days. Zero regrets. This trip was about experiencing life.
- The Jet Lag: Still not gone. Constantly tired.
- The People: Everyone seems to be going about their lives, but they do so in such a sophisticated way.
- Should I stay? Definitely.
So, yeah, that’s it. Not perfect. Definitely chaotic. But utterly, wonderfully Parisian. Until next time, City of Lights. You almost broke me.
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Parisian Perfection? Nah, Let's Talk About Hotel du Lion d'Or...and the Real Deal!
Okay, spill it. Is Hotel du Lion d'Or *actually* as perfect as everyone says?
Look, "perfect" is a dangerous word, right? My social media feed was practically glowing from all the hype. And honestly, my heart *did* skip a beat when I walked in…but then... the *elevator*. Oh, the elevator. It's so tiny, I swear I had to hold my breath to let the luggage fit. But the charm? The location? Yeah, those are pretty darn perfect. You're practically spitting distance from the Louvre. Seriously, you could probably hear the Mona Lisa chuckling if you listened *really* hard.
The Location, Location, Location: Why's everyone raving about where this place is?
Duh! Louvre. Like, the *Louvre*. And Jardin des Tuileries. I'm talking, roll-out-of-bed-and-smell-croissants-from-a-nearby-bakery close. One morning, I actually *did* roll out of bed (okay, maybe I stumbled) and found myself staring at the Pyramid through the glass. Surreal. My credit card may or may not have been crying a little, what with all the spontaneous little souvenir purchases I'd get on the way back from the museum, but hey, *carpe diem*, right? It's a strategic location if you're like me and have more ambition than actual time to get around.
What's the room situation actually like? Any hidden horrors (besides the elevator)?
Okay, true confessions: the rooms aren't exactly palatial. Think charming Parisian apartment, but like, the "charming" kind that includes a bit of a squeeze. My first room was…cozy. Let's just say you're intimately acquainted with the furniture. The bathroom felt like a miniature confession booth. But the decor? Oh my god. It's that classic, elegant French style. Think rich fabrics, and pretty *everything*. Now, the *soundproofing* however, that was another story. You'll hear the street noise - if that's a problem for you, ask for a room in the back. I personally found the subtle sounds of Paris kind of magical (except when that one motorbike would go by at 3:00 am).
Coffee and Croissants: What's the breakfast situation? Essential? Skip it?
Oh, the breakfast! Here's where things get interesting. The hotel has breakfast; it's convenient. But, and this is crucial, do NOT sleep on the opportunity to get your morning food on the street. A little café around the corner will fill you with a better coffee and a better pastry than you'd get at the hotel, guaranteed (and for cheaper!). This doesn't apply to everywhere, but in this particular case, trust me. You want the full Parisian *experience*, go out and find yourself a café, *cherchez la boulangerie*! The hotel breakfast is perfectly adequate, I just don't think it embodies the Parisian experience as a whole.
Service: Are the staff actually *nice*, or is it all just a carefully constructed facade?
Okay, let's talk staff. They were lovely, genuinely helpful, not the overly-formal kind, which I appreciated. I asked for restaurant recommendations, and they gave me some real gems, not just the tourist traps. They even managed to fix the wonky wifi (crucial for a millennial like myself who needs to broadcast her every Parisian experience to the world!). There was one day when I spent HOURS tracking down my lost phone (long story, involving an epic walk, several panicked phone calls, and a very kind taxi driver) and the staff were incredibly patient and helpful, even though it was probably my fault to begin with). So yes, the service is definitely not a facade.
So, the Big Question: Would you go back?
Absolutely. Even with the tiny elevators and the slightly-too-cozy rooms, the location and general charm make it worth it. It's a taste of old-school Paris, and that's something you really can't put a price on. Plus, it's in the heart of the magic. I'm already dreaming of those croissants and the Louvre... sigh. Plus, I have to get my luggage back up the elevator, so...yes. I would go back.
Any Tips For Navigating Being A Guest?
Pack Light. Seriously. That tiny elevator is not a joke. Learn a few basic French phrases. Even a simple "Bonjour" and "Merci" go a long way. Embrace the chaos! Paris is a city of contradictions – elegant and gritty, charming and sometimes challenging. Don't expect perfection. Expect an incredible experience. Explore, get lost, and most importantly, have fun! And for the love of God, don't forget where you put your phone.
Any Quirky Observations or Moments?
Okay, here's a story: One morning, bleary-eyed, I was attempting to navigate the hotel lobby. I was clearly in full tourist mode, stumbling over my own feet. I swear I bumped into a very distinguished-looking gentleman with a perfectly pressed suit and a newspaper. He didn’t even flinch and gave me the most polite smile, like I was supposed to be there. He even gestured me to the elevator after. These tiny moments are what I will remember more than anything! Paris is full of these perfect little vignettes. It's not always "perfect," but it is truly special.
