Place des Vosges “in Residence”
To choose Place des Vosges over any other address in Paris is to choose discretion over display. Where the Champs-Élysées dazzles with spectacle and Saint-Germain hums with cafés, Place des Vosges offers harmony, intimacy, and aristocratic calm. Its arcades shelter both history and the avant-garde, its façades open onto hôtels particuliers that remain among the city’s most coveted.
Here, you do not merely visit Paris — you dwell within its most composed square, a setting where refinement has lingered for four centuries. For those who seek Paris in its most elegant and enduring form, Place des Vosges is not simply a location, but a residence.
Cour des Vosges : History at Your Window
19 Place des Vosges, 4ᵉ arrondissement
At Cour des Vosges, history peers back at you through every window. The hôtel particulier places its guests directly on the arcades of the square - an intimacy few addresses can claim.
Its rooms are soaring yet hushed, each one suspended between heritage and modern restraint. Curated art, a palette of pale stone and muted fabrics, and views across the gravel paths of the square create a rare sensation: as though one were both guest and custodian of Parisian history.
Cour des Vosges is not about spectacle but about suspension — of time, of sound, of the world outside.
“Luxury here is proportion, light, and restraint”
…and so we stayed. In silence, in beauty.
Waking up at Cour des Vosges means breakfast arrives with the touch of Yann Brys, Meilleur Ouvrier de France, whose pastries are offered exclusively for the house.
It was not ceremony, but refinement expressed in the smallest of gestures. Cour des Vosges is not a hotel of spectacle, but of residence - history kept alive by design, detail, and restraint.
Pavillon de la Reine: An Ivy-Clad Refuge
28 Place des Vosges, 4ᵉ arrondissement
Pavillon de la Reine hides in plain sight. Tucked behind a courtyard on Place des Vosges, its façade is draped in ivy, concealing a world of aristocratic calm. Once the residence of Anne of Austria, wife of Louis XIII, today it offers a discreet retreat where history lingers in hushed elegance.
Inside, the atmosphere is at once regal and intimate. The 56 rooms and suites blend classic French décor with contemporary comfort: carved woodwork, patterned fabrics, antique mirrors, and modern touches that soften the grandeur. Each space feels quietly personal, as though belonging to a private townhouse rather than a hotel.
“it felt less like arriving at a hotel than being welcomed into a secret”
At Pavillon de la Reine, the cape was not on display — it lingered, folded with discretion in a room that felt more like a private home. A residence, a refuge, a place where history and hospitality dissolve into something quieter, rarer.
Maison Proust: A Belle Époque Reverie
26 Rue de Picardie, 3ᵉ arrondissement
We have to convince you to make Maison Proust one of your bucket list destinations. Yes, it asks you to walk a little further, just beyond the arcades of Place des Vosges into the Marais, but the journey is part of the reward. Step inside, and you are enveloped in the world of the Belle Époque — a Paris that lived for salons, literature, and decadence.
Conceived by Jacques Garcia, the interiors are an ode to memory and magnificence: velvet-draped walls, rare woods, gilded mirrors, and a library that feels like a secret refuge of poets and dreamers. History lingers in every corner, not as nostalgia but as atmosphere — alive, theatrical, immersive. Firelight flickers against brocade and leather, transporting you to the Paris of Proust and his circle.
“Maison Proust is Paris as a novel — a world of velvet, chandeliers, and confidences whispered into the night.”
The cape stays:
To stay at Maison Proust is to slip into character — to inhabit a Paris that is at once literary and decadent, intimate yet extravagant. You do not simply check in; you enter a chapter, a salon, a scene lit by chandeliers and champagne coupes. The cape, draped over a velvet armchair, feels at home here: timeless, dramatic, ready to step out into the Marais as if it were the stage of history.
