Destination / Wish You Were Here

Hôtel Particulier Montmartre, Paris

A place epicureans can finally call home in the urban cosmos that defines Paris. An oasis in the heart of fashionable Montmartre – nestled aptly between Avenue Junot and Rue Lepic in the 18th quarter and set within expansive private gardens (designed by Louis Benech of Le Jardin des Tuileries) against the dramatic backdrop of the Sacré Coeur – this boutique hotel housed in a 19th Century Maison is a rare discovery. Montmartre has undergone a dramatic transformation emerging as one of the most dynamic arrondissements in Paris, and Hôtel Particulier is no exception.

See …
Le mur des je t’aime (I love you: the wall) found inside the grounds of Square Jehan Rictus. Make time to explore the hotel’s own expansive private jungle of lush vegetation, reminiscent of a country garden, with its own resident hen and nearby Pétanque court.

Take …
Feel at home with the bourgeois boheme and pack a smoking-style dressing gown from Alex Eagle x New & Lingwood. Squeeze in all of your art gallery openings, business rendezvous’ and late night suppers with a Hermès agenda. For the sunny afternoons à la terrasse, don 70s-inspired culottes with basic cotton and silk tees from Baserange, a pair of classic Chloé frames and understated jewellery by Parisian jeweller and artisan Repossi. And don’t forget your Martiniano leather glove shoes for avenue promenades – flat styles preferred for the hike back to Montmartre. 

Lunch light at Marcel, only a stone’s throw away from the hotel and where a delectable wine list matches an uncomplicated, Parisian bistro menu. Later, enjoy a Garden of Eden-inspired aperitif at the Hotel’s own menagerie bar; Le Très Particulier (designed by Pierre Lacroix) then head to nearby La Famille for a molecular-inspired cocktail.

In a day …
Stroll down the windy paths of la Butte Montmartre and lose yourself in the shops of along Rue des Abbesses, teeming with endless cafés and boutiques including the Parisian staples; Comptoir des Cotonniers, Sandro and Ba&sh. And don’t forget to stop and smell the roses at artisan florist; Au Nom de la Rose, in the nearby 17th.