The Rock’n’roll Bathhouse.

“Would Madame like to book a table or buy a perfume or book a room?” 

I booked the room. 

During Paris fashion week.  

And was presented with an Elnette hairspray next to my retro turquoise telephone on my bedside – instead of flowers. 

And that is how my love affair with Les Bains started…

I adore this sexy Parisian  existence, from the scent in the air, the chic Bohemia it oozes from every corner, to ‘going Private’  in its’ Le Salon Chinois for every secret tryst imaginable.

 I do own almost everything from their ‘want-everything concept store’ across the road. 

You will too.

Le Figaro calls it a “consummate experience,  a hybrid space reviving the legendary nightclub from the 80s…”

Absolument.