HOTEL DUQUESNE EIFFEL FROM OREGON

I stayed in two rooms of the same hotel, I liked it that much. Call it Paris fever.

“Hotel Duquesne Eiffel is a small 7th Arrondissement hotel within walking distance of such Left Bank sites as the Eiffel Tower and Musee d’Orsay,” from an oyster.com review.

No Comparison To The Real Thing

I’m holding the Hotel Duquesne Eiffel folder on the left, the view from my window on the right. That’s a pile of travel crap in the bottom right corner.

The guest bar is behind folder.

“The 40 traditional rooms all come with flat-screen TVs, minibars, and Handy loaner phones that guests can use while they’re out and about.”

Out And About

Paris is a river city. Take me to the river. It was an easy walk for excellent walkers.

The golden highlights mark the way to the show-bridge across the Seine.

It was a highlight every day I saw it with my girl.

A Once In A Lifetime View With A Once In A Wifetime Girl

The best rooms are located on the top floor — specifically 54 and 55 — and include standing-only balconies with direct views of the Eiffel Tower.

That was the view of Madam Eiffel on our last day in Paris. Elaine wasn’t there, but not far away.

We had a chance to share an evening with a great Paris woman we met in Portland. Because Hotel Duquesne was so well located, the Madame and Mademoiselle went out while I danced with My Eyeful.

The Other Part Of Paris

Like any big city from London to New York, they are made of the same thing.

People.

I lost my phone on the Metro the day I left Paris.

I didn’t panic. Shame was enough. I’m the one who never loses anything, who finds everything, and security-nags.

I asked the impossible of Hotel Duquesne. Could they help find my phone? The lady at check-in answered my email from Belgium, and connected with the transit people.

She was the woman we met when we arrived at the hotel, and she was a rock. In my jet-lag daze, she shined like a jewel. It reminded me of the guy in Spain who came to the rescue during a medial emergency in the middle of the night.

Thoughts of Paris, once you’ve seen it, usually centers on the grandeur. But, if you’ve met some of the people who make Paris work, then you’ve seen true grandeur.

Dear Hotel Duquesne Eiffel, you’ve got a keeper.

And so do I. Two on the balcony of 55.