Parisian Paradise: Hotel Riviera Elysees Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the swirling, glorious, slightly-overwhelming world of the Hotel Riviera Elysees. Forget your perfectly-curated travel blogs; I'm giving you the REAL scoop, warts and all. And maybe a croissant or two along the way.
PARISIAN PARADISE? Let's find out! Hotel Riviera Elysees Awaits! Review (and a Whole Lot More)
Right, so first impressions. Landing in Paris is always a thing. That feeling of "I'm here!" mixed with "Did I remember to pack deodorant?" - you feel me? Finding the hotel was a breeze, surprisingly. Airport transfer? YES, thankfully. After a flight, you just want to be at your destination. And the car park was, praise the Eiffel Tower, free of charge. Bonus points.
Accessibility – Does the Riviera Elysees Roll Out the Welcome Mat?
Okay, let's be real. Travel can be a nightmare for people with mobility issues. I tried to focus on Accessibility and I’m a bit sketchy on the details. But what I did find was, Elevator and the Facilities for disabled guests. I feel that it’s essential to verify directly with the hotel if this matters to you.
The Vibe: Cleanliness, Safety, and Not Getting Sick (Hopefully!)
Look, post-pandemic, CLEANLINESS is top of the list. They clearly know what they're doing here. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays – all good. I liked seeing the Daily housekeeping too. Made me feel like I wasn’t living in a biohazard. They even had Hand sanitizer EVERYWHERE. And a Doctor/nurse on call is a HUGE relief. Honestly, just knowing that makes you relax a little. The Hygiene certification means they are following standards. It just gives peace of mind. They’ve got CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property, and Security [24-hour] so, I felt pretty safe to be honest.
They’ve even got a First aid kit! (I didn’t need it, thankfully. But I did appreciate the thought.)
Digging into the Dining, Drinking, and Snacking Scene… Ooh La La!
Alright, let's talk food. Because, Paris. Duh.
- Breakfast: The Breakfast [buffet] was the winner. Fresh croissants (of course), pain au chocolat, AND they did Western breakfast and Asian breakfast options! And of course, I took advantage of Breakfast in room one morning. Because jet lag.
- Restaurants: There are restaurants! Though I didn’t get to the Vegetarian restaurant. I saw some Asian cuisine in restaurant and International cuisine in restaurant, which really broadened it.
- Bar: The poolside bar was… magical. Just magical. The water shimmered, the drinks flowed, and I may have had a few too many mojitos. Poolside bar – check!
- Other Options: Snack bar for a quick bite, and the Coffee/tea in restaurant was a lifeline.
Ways to Relax and Unwind - Beyond the Tourist Traps
- The Pool with a View: And what a view. Paris stretching out before you. The pictures don't do it justice. Just imagine floating there, sipping something cold, and just… breathing. Pure bliss.
- Spa/sauna: I didn't indulge in the Body wrap or the Body scrub. I just wanted to sleep!
- Fitness Center: I intended to hit the Gym/fitness. But, uh, Paris. Croissants. You know how it goes.
The Room: My Parisian Sanctuary (Mostly)
Okay, room deets.
- The Essentials: Air conditioning – THANK YOU. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Again, thank you! A comfortable Desk to work from. And a Coffee/tea maker. Crucial.
- Extra Touches: Bathrobes and Slippers? YES PLEASE. Blackout curtains. A GODSEND. I was on a high floor, and there’s a gorgeous Window that opens, so you can lean out, smell the Parisian air, and pretend you're in a movie.
- The Not-So-Essentials: The Additional toilet was fantastic, but frankly, the Bathtub seemed a bit small. And the décor, while not bad, was maybe a bit…classic. It's not the most modern hotel.
- Internet Access: Free Wi-Fi made all the difference, right?
Getting Around & Services
- Getting Around: They offered Taxi service (convenient, if pricey) and Car park [on-site]!
- Services and Conveniences: Contactless check-in/out was a lifesaver. Also, big shoutout to the Concierge, who went above and beyond. They sorted out my travel mishaps.
- Other Services: Dry cleaning, Laundry service…basically, everything you’d expect.
For the Kids & Potential for Romance
- Family Friendly: They have Kids facilities and offer Babysitting service so. Pretty good, I’d say.
- Romantic Vibes: The Couple's room and Proposal spot (I mean, how romantic is that?!).
The Meat and Potatoes (or Croissant and Coffee) of My Opinion
Okay, here's the deal. The Hotel Riviera Elysees isn’t a flash-in-the-pan, Instagram-worthy, minimalist hotel. It's a solid, reliable choice. It has everything you need, and some things you want. It’s clean, safe, a bit classic, a little bit charming, and a great base for exploring Paris, right on the Exterior corridor.
The Imperfections and Quibbles
- The Décor: Definitely leaning traditional. Could use a modern design touch up.
- The Gym: I feel like I skipped the gym.
- The Price: It's Paris. Expect to pay. But I didn't feel ripped off.
But Would I Go Back?
Absolutely. Especially because it's the perfectly-located for all the main attractions.
The Offer You Can't Refuse (Because Paris!)
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- Wake up to Croissants: Enjoy a delicious breakfast buffet.
- Relaxation, Redefined: Indulge in the Spa or Pool.
- Location, Location, Location: Steps away from all the city's famous attractions.
- Peace of Mind: Prioritizing safety and cleanliness, with anti-viral cleaning products and daily disinfection.
- Wi-Fi and other amenities you expect: Enjoy high-speed internet and other perks.
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(This is my honest, imperfect, and totally-from-the-heart review. Because your vacation matters. Bon voyage!)
Escape to Yaroslavl: Luxury & Sport at Your Dream Hotel!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your pristine, perfectly-planned itinerary. This is… me, in Paris, at the Hotel Riviera Elysees. God help us all.
Day 1: Touchdown & Tiramisu Trauma
10:00 AM (ish): Okay, first hurdle: getting OUT of the airport. Charles de Gaulle is a labyrinth designed by a sadist. Found my luggage! Victory! (Cue triumphant fist pump that almost took out a small child.) The RER B train…let's just say I’m fairly certain I’m now fluent in a language of frustrated sighs and bewildered glances. My suitcase tried to stage a break for freedom multiple times.
11:30 AM: Check-in at the Hotel Riviera Elysees. Actually, it's charming! Tiny elevator, slightly dodgy carpets… but also a lovely little balcony overlooking something that might be a courtyard. Either way, I like the vibe, the front desk guy was adorable. Smuggling in my own snacks for later because hotel food is always a gamble
1:00 PM: Found a place called Le Petit Bistro (original, oui?). Ordered the Tiramisu. Oh dear god. It was… wet. Like, sponge-soaked-in-coffee-and-sadness wet. My face said “delight,” my soul screamed, “Get me out of here”. But I powered through. Because I'm a trooper. And because I paid for it.
2:30 PM - Endless Afternoon: Ah, the Arc de Triomphe. Majestic. Impressive. Crowded. I joined the throng of tourists, nearly got run over by a Vespa (they drive like they want to kill you!), and took about a million awful photos. Seriously, I think I have 38 almost-identical pictures of the Arc. Need a good photo spot…maybe?
4:00 PM - The Search For Water: I'm parched. Like, Sahara Desert parched. Wandering the Champs-Élysées, looking for a bottle of water that isn't the price of a small country. Finally found a little shop, overpriced, but vital. And a croissant. Obviously, I had to have a croissant. It was glorious.
6:00 PM: Back at the hotel, collapsing. Spent the evening attempting to master google maps and trying to find what I thought was a good restaurant. I think my brain might turn to mush and i found that one of my shoelaces had snapped.
Day 2: Louvredo & Lost in Translation
8:00 AM: - Breakfast, Or What's Left Of It: Hotel breakfast! A tiny, crowded room and I was convinced i overate. The pastries were amazing, the coffee…a little weak. Okay, a lot weak. Should have smuggled some of that instant coffee from home.
9:00 AM: The Louvre. The Louvre. I had a plan! I was armed with a detailed museum map and a steely determination. That plan lasted about 15 minutes. I got completely lost. Saw the Mona Lisa (yes, she’s small. And guarded like Fort Knox.) Wandered aimlessly, got yelled at by a security guard (apparently, I was leaning on a priceless artifact. Oops.), and felt a deep and profound sense of inadequacy.
1:00 PM: Found a tiny cafe. Tried to order a sandwich in my very limited French. This resulted in a transaction of me pointing and making noises while the barista looked at me like I was from another planet. I think I ended up with a ham and cheese sandwich… which, honestly, wasn’t bad!
3:00 PM - The Unexpected Encounter: Wandering through some gorgeous gardens near the Louvre, just to avoid the chaos of the museum again, I saw this lovely fountain and decided to find a seating spot. I end up next to some old man, and he asks if i'm alone, and we start talking. Turns out the old man was a local artist and painter, and he started chatting and sharing his love of the city. I spent close to an hour just talking to him. One of the best and most human experiences of the trip so far.
5:00 PM - Shopping Spree Debacle: Attempted to find a specific perfume that my friend wanted. Turns out, French perfume names are a minefield of pronunciation that I'm not ready to navigate. The sales assistant looked at me like I was trying to communicate with a series of loud farts. Gave up and retreated to the hotel with my tail between my legs. I'm thinking I should have just ordered it online.
7:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant that looked promising in the online reviews. It was… fine. Nothing to write home about. Although, the waiter was cute. Maybe I should have tried my French out on him. Sigh.
Day 3: Sacré-Cœur, Stumbling & Spirituality
9:00 AM: Sacré-Cœur! Found it on the top of Montmartre. The view is breathtaking, the church is beautiful, but I'm pretty sure I got pickpocketed! I'm angry, but also, I need to find a better way to walk.
11:00 AM: Found a small park to chill and collect my thoughts.
2:00 PM: The Picasso Museum. Incredible. I can't, however, seem to take a good video no matter the setting or time!
4:00 PM: Back at the Hotel, tired. Maybe this isn't my best trip.
5:00 PM - The Quest for Good Fries: Found a little place near the hotel that claimed to have "the best fries in Paris." It was, in fact, an empty greasy spoon, but the fries! They were crispy, salty, and the perfect cure for my travel-induced grumpiness. Ate them standing up, feeling zero shame.
7:00 PM: Tried to watch something on the TV, but the channels were a mess. Just switched it off.
8:00 PM: Heading to bed. Travel is hard!
Day 4: Saying "Au Revoir" (With a Sigh)
8:00 AM: - Packing and Breakfast: The worst parts of any trip. Not enough room, and I have to keep paying for my items now.
9:00 AM: Last-minute souvenir shopping. Found a scarf, a keychain, and a very cheesy Eiffel Tower snow globe.
10:00 AM: Final checkout.
11:00 AM: - Airport: Getting to the airport early again.
1:00 PM - The Flight: Plane is delayed, of course.
4:00 PM: Landing. Back home… and ready to plan the next trip.
Parisian Paradise: Hotel Riviera Elysées Awaits! (Or Does It?) - My Truly Honest FAQs
Okay, spill the tea: Is the Riviera Elysées REALLY as glamorous as the pictures?
Glamorous? Well… that depends on your definition. The lobby? Yeah, pretty darn swanky. Marble floors, a chandelier that could probably fund a small nation... and smelling like the finest perfume you’ve ever encountered. But the *room*? My first thought was, "Did I accidentally book a broom closet?" It was *tiny*… like, you could touch both walls while standing in the middle tiny. The pictures definitely must have been taken with a wide-angle lens, or possibly by a wizard.
But then… the view! Oh. My. God. The Eiffel Tower, shimmering like a promise! Forget the size of the room, that view made me weep. Literally. I pulled myself together, mind you. Didn't want to scare the cleaning lady. Plus, my inner cynic kept whispering, "Wait for the reality of the window cleaning bill..." Still, a solid 7/10 for the glamour, mostly thanks to that darn tower.
What's the deal with the breakfast buffet? Worth the extra euros?
Breakfast. Ah, the most important meal of the day (or, at least, my opinion on a vacation). The buffet... Look, it’s a *buffet*. There's a certain level of, shall we say, *chaos* involved. Baguettes were, thankfully, plentiful and divine. Those truly made the experience worth it, seriously. And the pastries? Decently done. The coffee, however… let’s just leave it at "fuel." It'll keep you going, maybe, but don't expect artisan roasting. I saw some people actually putting their hands on the food... like, grabbing a croissant and *eating* it there. *Gasp*. That’s buffet life, I guess.
Was it worth it? Honestly, depends. If you’re a massive eater, go for it. If you’re like me, and just want some fresh bread and the feeling of being pampered (even if it means eating next to a guy who's stockpiling croissants like the world is ending), then yes. But I may start bringing my own coffee next time.
Location, location, location! How's the neighborhood? Can you walk anywhere?
The neighborhood is… *chic*. You're practically on the Champs-Élysées! Designer stores, fancy restaurants… people strolling around looking like they’re in a fashion shoot. I felt woefully underdressed in my jeans and the new t-shirt I snagged from H&M. But listen, the location is GOLDEN. Seriously. You can walk to the Arc de Triomphe. You can stroll (with proper shoes, not sneakers) to the Louvre (I chose the metro in the end, because, hello, Louvre!). The Metro is right there, making it incredibly easy to explore the city. Bonus points for a nearby bakery (worth a visit, trust me).
There was, however, a weirdly persistent smell of… something… on the very first day. Maybe it was construction, maybe a particularly pungent perfume, maybe the ghosts of a thousand fashionistas. It faded, thank goodness. But the location is still a winner.
Were the staff helpful? Any memorable interactions (good or bad)?
The staff, for the most part, were lovely. That's a very European answer (blends of positive and negative, which is to be the truth, most of the time). I have to say, they're mostly very helpful, and that counts for a lot. I needed a taxi once, and they really helped me, especially since French is not my forte. And the bellhops were always smiling (maybe they know some secrets? maybe they know all the best croissants in Paris? I'll never know).
I do recall one slightly amusing (and somewhat frustrating) incident. I asked the concierge about a restaurant recommendation. He gave me a very lengthy, very elaborate explanation… entirely in French. My French, sadly, is *atrocious*. I just smiled and nodded, and pretended I understood. Then, I asked again and he said, "Oh, but you want to go to this one? I thought you said… Never mind." He pointed to one on the map and I said, "Absolutely! That one!" - it was so embarrassing. But I eventually got a reservation at a place I was actually looking for so I'll call it a win. French lessons are definitely on my "to-do" list.
Let's talk about the room. Was the bed comfortable? And the bathroom?
The bed! The bed was… fine. Honestly, I've slept in better beds. It was definitely not a cloud-like, sink-into-oblivion situation. It was… adequate. I slept, which is the most important thing. The pillows? Well, I am picky. If you prefer big and fluffy, consider bringing your own.
And the bathroom! The *bathroom*, though… was a lesson in how to design a perfectly functional space that felt oddly cramped. Everything was clean, which is essential. The water pressure was excellent. The toiletries were lovely – the smell transported me directly to a French garden. But… space was at a premium. I'm not a large person, but I felt like I was playing Tetris with my toiletries. Overall, the bathroom was good. But don't expect a luxurious, spa-like experience.
Would you recommend the Riviera Elysées? And would you go back?
Here's the brutally honest truth. Would I recommend it? Yes, with some caveats. The location is fantastic. The view is worth the price of admission alone. The staff (mostly) are wonderful. However, if you’re expecting a sprawling, luxurious suite, you might be disappointed. Temper your expectations, and you'll be fine.
Would I go back? Hmm. That's a tougher question. Part of me says absolutely, *especially* if I manage to get an upgrade! And really, where else can you get that view? But another part of me thinks, "Maybe I'll try somewhere else just for fun." I'd give it a solid "maybe." It depends on the price, the mood (and if I'm feeling ambitious, the size of my suitcase.)
Okay, let's get specific about *the view*. The Eiffel Tower view. Tell me everything!
Oh. My. Gawd. The Eiffel Tower view. Let me just breathe for a second. I mean, I've seen pictures, of course. Instagram is FULL of Eiffel Tower photos. But *nothing* prepares you for the actual *experience*. The first time I saw it from my window? I actually gasped. I almost dropped my phone. (That's saying something, because my phone is practically glued to my hand.)
At sunset, it turned this glorious, molten gold color. At night, it twinkled like a thousand fireflies. I'd sit there, drinking my (mediocre) hotel coffee, and just *stare*. It was magical. Pure, unadulterated magic. One night, I even snuck out onto the tiny balcony (after checking withHotel Near Me Search
