Le Bristol Paris

This is the city’s grandest grande dame and the fashionistas’ favourite Parisian bolthole. Nowhere is chicer or more effortlessly and glamorously gallic, right down to having a hotel cat, a white Burmese called Fa-Raon, who strolls its marbled halls like a red carpet.  

Its grand salons are as fabulously lavish as those in Versailles. There’s also a flower-filled, lattice-laced internal courtyard and a three Michelin-starred restaurant. The spa maintains those impeccable standards. Light-filled and with its own al fresco garden, its therapists are used to dealing with the most demanding of Parisian high society and are at the very top of their game.  

It’s all discreet, high net worth pampering from liquid gold body massages to white caviar facials.

And taking indulgence to the next level, its swimming pool is on the sixth floor and designed to look like a vintage wooden yacht. As you do laps, it feels as though you are floating over the city’s rooftops. You can’t help but feel on top of the world.