"It is pretty easy to fall in love with Château Voltaire, the newish and gorgeously appointed hotel on Paris’s Rue St. Roch, and within glass-shattering distance of a soprano’s aria at the Opera Garnier. It might be because of the hotel’s thrillingly scandalous past, the former site (so local legend has it), of a brothel. Maybe it is the divine 1940s-style carpet, its swirling yellow and gold leaf motif on black recalling the Jacques Prevert lyrics to that romantic old chestnut, Autumn Leaves." - Mark Holgate