The Secret Instagram Worthy Hotel in Paris You HAVE to Stay At

If you’re looking for secluded luxury in the center of Paris you HAVE to check out this boutique hotel.

The Marquis Faubourg Saint-Honore was originally an 18th century Parisian mansion where Marquis de La Fayette lived. It is the only private mansion in the area to survive the 19th century renovation of Paris by Haussman. Located right by the Madeleine, it’s a great location for appreciating Paris architecture (and shopping the biggest and best designers).

When we stayed at this gorgeous Parisian hotel this past spring, Adam and I were greeted by friendly bilingual staff and led to our glamourous 50 sq m Executive Suite.

Adam and I then began our luxe lives as we slipped into robes and slippers. Sadly I cannot find a picture of this, but I can attest that these robes were qua-li-TAY. After lounging a bit we made our way to dinner at La Poule au Pot, with last minute reservations made possible by the hotel.

I have to admit, I loved the escargot – but I think that was mostly because of the calorie laden butter sauce. But hey, when in Paris! La Poule au Pot was interesting to me as an American, because when you order the main dish, it comes with many extra sides that the menu doesn’t mention. Apparently that’s normal in France – which I approve! So along with a huge pot of chicken, vegetables, and broth, you’ll also get to munch on an overflowing plate of “frites,” some rice, and giant sized meatballs. I’d definitely recommend La Poule au Pot in Paris for your first escargot experience.

Adam and I walked home in about 20 minutes, stuffed and ready to collapse on the fluffy bed.

Breakfast the next morning included typical foods of Paris, France; plenty of breads and pastries, but also meats, cheeses, fruits, and more. Although I didn’t get the nerve to ask for gluten free bread in French, I enjoyed cheeses and meats, as well as yogurt with local jam, along with espresso and orange juice. I’m sure if you asked when booking they’d be able to provide more gluten free options.

After breakfast I enjoyed the best bath of my life. I used the Hermes bubble bath and took a bath fit for a queen. I can confidently say I may never take another bath as good as this one.

Located close to Metro Madeleine and Concorde, you’re in the center of Paris with easy access to all major lines when you stay at this B&B. Take a walk to the Jardin Tuleries or the Eiffel Tower. Or, to the Grand Palais, where Adam and I headed after checking out. We got to see Denis Monfleur’s (Adam’s dad) featured sculpture at an exhibit. We even got in the VIP lounge and had a few glasses of Champagne. The perfect end to a luxe weekend!

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Au grand Palais ce jour.

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So if you’re looking for one of the best 5 star hotels in Paris France, you won’t find a better bathtub or more beautiful and secluded luxury in the center of Paris. I loved my “staycation” in Paris, and can’t wait for more this winter!

Thanks so much to Adam’s dad, who was gifted this stay by Marquis Faubourg Saint-Honore and gave it to us.

When Plans Change

Remember how I told y’all I was headed to China? Well, plans change, and I am no longer heading to Asia.

Let me explain. Visa work is awful (as I’m sure some of you know). I pushed back my start date for China 5 times because of visa hang ups before I finally cut my losses. However, the visa hang ups were not the only reason I am no longer going to teach in China. After thinking out loud while working at a summer camp a few weeks ago (summer camp makes you think y’all), I realized that I have never dreamed of living in China. Not that I’m against living in China, it just didn’t seem worth going through hoops to go to a country I’m not passionate about living in. After I finally said it out loud, I immediately wanted to cry from relief; a huge weight had been lifted after months of stress and worry.

I have since realized that I currently really, really want to be in Europe. However, I also don’t necessarily want to get a visa for one specific country. So, I have decided to work towards my new dream of becoming a digital nomad in Europe. So far, this has proved difficult, as it is (understandably) hard to transition from extremely part time freelance to full time writing. I’m currently applying to jobs like crazy and working to leave the US in October (fingers crossed!) along with a great adventuring friend who also wants to explore life as a digital nomad. This is a big goal, and I appreciate any good vibes, advice, or job referrals you can share.

Speaking of freelance writing, do you need some quality content created? My portfolio can be found here; I’d love to hear from you at CelinaTTolbert@gmail.com

A Penis in Paris – My Misadventures with Kate, Ep. 1

Dear members of my family: Read this at your own risk; I would suggest you didn’t. But just know I did not interact with said penis.

 

Kate and I reconnected in Paris when I moved here, about a month and a half ago when I started my life as an au pair in Paris. Kate is the best friend to have when you want to have a crazy adventure. I have never made a full night out with Kate because she parties hard and takes the night bus, while I am always super paranoid about missing the last metro (because there’s no night bus near me).

Saturday I decided to take Kate to a theatre show at a British theatre festival in Paris. I knew it would be very strange and avant garde – aka super strange and hopefully hilarious, and, if nothing else, at least in English. I booked the tickets the night before and Kate came over the next afternoon.

We chatted about stupid boys and I ate pan au chocolat while she sipped a strange beer I bought for her (I don’t know how to buy beer). She joked that the only thing she wanted for her birthday was a nice night with a naked man. We tried to leave on time, but I hated my outfit and changed 20 times while simultaneously doing my makeup. I had the metro directions – 2 transfers, 3 trains, a loooooong commute to a small theatre on the edge of Paris.

After getting on the train we realized I didn’t have directions from the metro station to the theatre…or the name of the theatre. We knew we would be late but gosh darn I was going to get my 10 euros’ worth of weird theatre. We walked out of the metro and realized our commute was a 15 minute walk, cementing our lateness. What we did not know was that we would have to climb hills and staircases that made us sweat our eyeliner off.

After finally finding the theatre we had to print our tickets (because they couldn’t just let us in, the only 2 girls in the lobby). Then we went outside to get a man to open the (unlocked) theatre door and walk us to the stage -because the seating was on the stage.

At this point we had missed the first 20 minutes of a supposedly hour long but really 45 minute play. We snuck to separated seats and watched unpaid actors dance on dirt that was strewn on the stage. We had read the brief summary of the play beforehand and knew vaguely about the plot, but I’m pretty sure those first 20 minutes were imperative.

We proceed to watch a girl in overalls sing a song about death, a guy we assumed was Jesus walk around the stage, and a guy in a hospital gown look very angry and confused. The entire time I was just praying there was no audience participation, as the actors were getting up close and personal with us. Towards the end hospital gown guy is killed and then brought back to life. And then he begins to peels his “skin” off – some sort of latex covering. First he was sitting and took off the top of his hospital gown.

“Oh no,” I think. “He’s not going to do it, is he?” Oh yes, he did. He took the whole gown off. Underneath he was wearing his birthday suit, and pretty confident about it. As he continued to stand naked in a pile of dirt peeling his skin, two actors swept the dirt around him. Then, after peeling all of the coating on his body, the play was over.

And that’s how I gave Kate exactly what she wanted for her birthday – a night with a naked man.

Stick around for more of my misadventures with Kate!

Why I’m Moving Abroad Even Though I’m Terrified

I’m scared y’all. In fact, I’m terrified. A week from now I’m moving to a country I’ve never visited (France, for those who haven’t been following my au pair adventure) to live in a city where I have almost no friends. I’m putting my life in two suitcases and leaving the only country I’ve ever known to go on a crazy adventure. And although I’m excited to move abroad and live my expat dream, I’m also really afraid.

I’m afraid that I won’t make friends and the family I’m au pairing for won’t like me. I’m afraid I’ll say something horrible in French and embarrass myself out of the country, making me a nomad with no home. I’m afraid the stylish skinny people will turn up their nose at my frumpy frame and trying too hard outfits. I’m scared that I’ll be alone in the city of love. I’m scared because I’ve never been out of America, no matter how cool and cultured I try to be. I’m scared I’ll lose my friends back home and everything will be different when I return.

I’m terrified of change.

But what I’m more afraid of is never doing anything. I’m terrified of never doing anything and never going anywhere. I’m afraid of sitting on my laptop for the rest of my life watching other people accomplish what I dream of. I’m scared of staying in my comfort zone and missing out on adventures and relationships. I’m afraid of living a stagnant life.

So I’m leaving my safe comfort zone and heading out with the digital nomads and American expats worldwide. I’m going to live so that I don’t have to ask what if. I’m going to follow my dream and go on an adventure that will change my life. I’m moving abroad – because I’m terrified.

So here goes nothing. Follow me on my au pair experience in Paris and see where it takes me.

Spoiler alert from Celina in the future: All roads lead back to Paris 😉

 

 

 

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