THE SOUL OF THE PLACE
And if it were a castle? Where would it be? Set right in Paris, between the Opéra and the Tuileries, in the sight of another royal palace. Haussmann's scissors stopped before its walls, sparing this corner of fabric pinned with a golden shell. Surprised by the lanterns, Casanova's fabulous Venetian silhouette often cast its shadow there.
And if the front is historic, the back is romantic. Once you pass through the doors, you stroll into a history of Fantasy, a joyfully mythomaniac setting where the ghost of Sarah Bernhardt seems to work the pulleys under the direction of Orson Welles.
At Château Voltaire, genres and hours blend like in Hollywood's golden age. The corridors sprinkle trompe-l'œil, showcasing its art of living in islands of suspended tranquility (the rooms and suites) as much as in baths of Parisian crowds at the L'Emil restaurant. Welcome to this memory-future-of-a-reinvented-present: a 5-star hotel where everyone lives as if in their own castle.
