Travel & Hotspots

HOW SPENDING ONE NIGHT AT LE MEURICE CAN RUIN YOUR LIFE FOREVER

What a shocker: I want to go to Paris. ASAP. Our editor Kiki is headed that way soon and May-Britt goes probably about a dozen times a year so it’s only necessary that I go too, right? Or is that just a crazy thought? I hardly think so and that’s why I’ve been searching all over the web for a place to stay. Unfortunately it’s easier said than done. And truth be told, I’ve been ruined.

And let me tell who is to blame.

It’s all Chanel’s fault. Or better yet: the Le Meurice hotel. I had the privilege of – when I went to the Chanel’s amazing Metiers d’Art-show in Paris – spending the night there. At the expense of Chanel. And I still can’t get over how incredible and ridiculously fancy it was.

“And let’s not forget the dining hall styled in true Marie Antoinette fashion, with abundant chandeliers: the luxury and amazingness of it all is to die for”

They’ve been rocking the marble trend for centuries. Centuries in which they’ve always managed to keep it on trend. And there’s more. The bathrooms have gorgeous classic taps, the hotel beds are fantastic, the sofas and armchairs are made of lovely velvet and the carpets are so soft they make you feel as thought you’re somehow walking around on a cloud. And let’s not forget the dining hallways styled in true Marie Antoinette style, with abundant chandeliers: the luxury and overall amazingness is to die for. On top of all of that, the service is impeccable and their scales have a way of making you weight six kilos less than you really do. So there you have it; I haven’t come close to a hotel as great as Le Meurice. No matter how hard they try. I always catch myself thinking: A for effort guys, seriously. But disappointing nonetheless.

Any idiot would just tell me to stay at Le Meurice from now on. But that’s a stupid idea. I apologize if I’ve brought around a wrong impression of myself, but I’m a little less fortunate than you might be thinking.

“I can either save every penny I have or hide away in a suitcase belonging to a rich French businessman”

So now what? How am I going to handle this trip to Paris of mine? I’m clueless and fresh out of ideas. I can either save every penny I earn or hide in rich French man’s suitcase OR, all of you can just sponsor me. I’d prefer the latter, because you need some kind of talent to be able to save up money. A talent I don’t have. And the businessman plan, well, how the heck am I supposed to squeeze into a suitcase. Long story short: you guys have no other choice than to transfer some money into my bank account. Let’s just say it’s for a good cause.

Renske’s bank account number is available upon request.