Le Vieux Paris

My mother and I were looking forward to visiting this hotel for many months. I’m planning on renewing my wedding vows here with my husband. We have many family and friends who live near here and I needed to book several rooms for our April vow renewal. This review is not based on my stay here but on my interaction with the front desk staff member named Remy. My mother is disabled and we arrived and asked if we could see an unoccupied room if possible to see if they would be accessible for her in April. We have a friend who stayed there and had a lovely time. Remy said that all the rooms were booked. I could tell he was very annoyed that we asked. I thanked him and was exiting when I asked him where the best place was to catch a taxi. He said he would call one since the hotel is on a dark narrow out of the way side street. I thanked him. After calling our taxi he proceeded to yell all of the sudden saying we shouldn’t have lied and made up a story about needing to book some rooms for an event. I told him we hadn’t lied and that we had taken a 40 min taxi drive just to see the hotel. He proceeded to come around the front desk and said we were both obnoxious rude Americans. After that I lost it and said he was behaving like a cochin. Now, I’ve never called anyone that but he had it coming. Unless you enjoy being treated like an «Obnoxious American» I could not reccomend this place.

Ceci est un avis pour une petite visite culturelle, davantage que pour les qualités hôtelières du lieu, pour la simple et bonne raison que je n’ai pas essayé ces dernières. Par contre, l’escale est comprise dans le pèlerinage pour tous ceux qui ont lu Kerouac en ressentant des trucs spéciaux au niveau du bas-​ventre. Je suis donc rentré dans le hall, et j’ai pu me recueillir devant les quelques photos encadrées de ceux qui ont fait la Beat Generation, puisque c’est là qu’il logèrent, lors de leurs passages à Paris.
Le plus époustouflant dans tout ça, c’est que malgré la transformation de l’hôtel (Gregory Corso avait écrit dans le livre d’or en 1997: IT WAS A NO STAR HOTEL, NOW IT’S A FOUR STAR HOTEL), du quartier, de la ville, de l’époque et tout le bastringue, j’ai senti des trucs spirituels en restant devant l’hôtel, dans la petite rue. Pourtant j’ai juste levé la tête au ciel, suivi du regard les étages jusqu’au toit, alors j’ai eu l’impression de réveiller les morts.