The sky under the salons

I have had the unprecedented pleasure of undergoing a treatment in a Sisley spa twice in my life. Once at the Carlyle hotel in New York where I forgot the cold winter in a nanosecond when I stepped into the spa and once at the Byblos hotel in Saint-Tropez. It doesn't get more luxurious and zen than this. It was heaven. And I am spoiled to the core, so that says something.

Now I have a new bucket on my beauty list. The Maison Sisley Spa on Avenue Friedland in Paris. Why do I want to go there? The reasons are piling up. Is it for the special Paris treatments that Sisley has developed? Against stress, heavy legs from all the walking (the last time I was in Paris, I clocked 25,000 steps on my Fitbit), a polluted skin or the fatigue we all struggle with?

Or do I want/need/will I go here because Mrs. d'Ornano herself was partly responsible for the decor and had items from her own apartment brought to the salon at Quai d'Orsay? Is it because of the intimate Sisley café where archetypal Sisley patterns (like the black-and-white check and zebra print) are reflected in the interior? How photogenic must this place be.

Or is it because of the products themselves, my favorite for a thousand reasons for years? Because plant-based (Sisley was doing that long before it suddenly became ‘hip’), the black rose as an ingredient, the scent, the effect against fine lines, a different product for every skin type, the best body lotion on earth and of course their summer line: the Hermès of sun products.

Fortunately, I get to visit the spa in September. Then I will let you know which of the arguments won and tell you everything. Just until you go too. Or have you already booked in the meantime?