The cosy chic homebase of many a journalist during Paris Fashion Week.
If the ghosts of Marie-Antoinette and Gianni Versace ever needed to host a post-mortem retreat together, they would definitely settle for this place.
Designer and artisan Melanie lovingly guides you towards your dream headdress and still crafts panamas, turbans, feathered fascinators and enormous hats the old way in the back of the store.
A tree house, a grand piano, an indoor BBQ and french chansons to be sung from the top of your lungs.
Probably not what they were aiming at, but I felt like sitting in a vintage New Orleans brothel here.