It was a surprise and a delight to discover Hôtel Sainte Beuve, on a tiny, quiet street near the Blvd Raspail market, and a block from the Luxembourg Gardens.
I didn’t even know the street existed.
Inside the discreet entrance is a softly lit foyer with velvet armchairs and overstuffed sofa, where guests can warm up with a cup of tea and a working fireplace on a fall afternoon.
Breakfast, supplied by artisan bakers and fromagers, takes place beside the zinc bar in the next room. Cocktails are served here at the end of the day.
Each room is unique, outfitted with flea market furniture, distressed coatracks, and good linens. Most are superior rooms, with modern bathrooms and double or twin beds — a very good value. And very quiet.
But shhhh, don’t tell! All but hidden, the Ste Beuve is a little Left Bank secret.