In the epicentre of the Marais, an anonymous name hides eight rooms and suites.
For this hotel with an atypical personality, there is only one password and one word of pomp: intimacy.
The codes of a hushed club, carefully preserved from the "qu'en-verra-t-on", are infiltrated here. A confidential class in which to maintain, with discretion, what has today become a priceless asset: the choice of anonymity. Dupond-Smith, the last place you don't talk about: an insider's secret whispered as an aside, stolen from lovers of true luxury, the kind that asserts itself without displaying itself, the kind that stands out without being noticed.