巴黎L酒店

Oscar Wilde quipped his final lines at L'Hôtel (he never paid his final bill, now displayed in Room 16), a house of old-world opulence on Paris’s Left Bank that is as much a destination stay as ever. Its glamourous rooms are swagged – under the direction of Jacques Garcia – in rich red velvets and dusky pinks (some have wonderfully sizeable terraces); the bar has plump sofas to repose on and original paintings and etchings; and there's a surprisingly peaceful outdoor space too, where the city noise fades to trickle of a decorative fountain. There's also a private underground pool – where a blind eye is turned to guests frolicking in their altogether, oh là là – and a bar beloved by the City of Light’s cognoscenti guarantee that this hideaway is no fin de siècle relic.