The Hotel des Arts
Where I stayed. The bidet was a welcome site after a hard day slogging through Paris with Pethick. I could soak my feet and peruse the street below.
There were no private baths or an elevator.
By the end of the excursion (6 weeks) everybody who remained in Paris was staying at the Hotel des Arts.
Soon, back to London then Canada and the end of a memorable event.
We discovered this advertisement recently. It seems to have upgraded. If you’re ever in Paris, check it out. Great neighbouhood, great hotel.