Murano Urban Resort
Folded into a stolid 19th-century building on a hectic Haussmann thoroughfare, the 51-room “resort” offers itself up as a hipper-than-thou, early-21st-century alternative to the Parisian palace hotel. To woo a fast, pleasure-seeking crowd whose summer sandbox is St.-Tropez and winter escape is Courchevel, the Murano, on the northern fringes of the Marais, deploys a freshly scrubbed Pop aesthetic. Christiane Derory and Raymond Morel—flush from designing the Villa Royale across town in Pigalle—have filled the hotel with Roy Lichtenstein–style lithographs of Bacall and Bardot, tulip chairs, and sheer organdy curtains stitched into miles of rippling folds. Bathrooms are immaculate essays in chrome and slate. And did we mention the Chesterfield sofa in the salon central? All 20 feet of it is covered in white leather.
Room to Book: The ethereal Honey Moon suite is draped in creamy gauze panels, and has metallic walls (reminiscent of honeycomb), a stone-inlaid soaking tub, and an enclosed circular bedchamber.