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La Maison Champs Élysées should be ashamed to call itself a “luxury” hotel. What a joke. From the moment you enter, you realize this is nothing but a tourist trap wrapped up in pretentious packaging.||||First of all, half the place is under renovation. I didn’t pay to sleep in a construction site, but that’s exactly what this hotel is. Walking to my room felt like going through a dusty, soulless work zone, with amenities either missing or closed. This isn’t “modern chic,” it’s ENORMOUS disrespect to paying guests.||||Then there’s the smell. For some unfathomable reason, the entire hotel reeks of cheap, suffocating cologne. It’s not subtle, not pleasant, and absolutely not “luxurious.” It’s like stepping into a Sephora, only to realize you’re stuck there overnight.||||The so-called “design” of the corridors (especially the creepy walk to the second building) feels like someone abandoned the project halfway through. Cold, weird, sterile — it’s like living in an unfinished art installation that no one asked for.||||Breakfast? Don’t even get me started. It’s a scam. Before I could even sit down, the restaurant staff practically jumped on me, asking for coffee. I stand up to see what miserable scraps are offered at the buffet, and I get accosted again for my room number and whether I want eggs. How about letting me sit down first before interrogating me? The buffet itself is pathetic — a sad, stale, pitiful spread that any no-name Parisian corner café could outshine without even trying. And of course, it’s priced like gold.||||Bottom line: this place is a dumpster fire disguised as a hotel. My advice? Avoid it at all costs. Paris has endless wonderful places to stay — this is NOT one of them.||And please, to the hotel staff: do not bother replying with the standard “we’re sorry” and “we hope to welcome you again on your next trip.” I am not stupid enough to ever set foot in this disgrace of a hotel again.