The lamp
Returning to the room, I quickly looked around, trying to find for an object that would grab my attention. The lamp in the corner – yes, that would do. A heavy enough base, but not too bulky, a lampshade not too big. I could easily visualise myself clasping it. First of all, I would have to unplug it, quietly. I was just about to do so, when there was a knock at the door…
Myriam Dao
April 2013
I enter, take a quick look across the room, then they appear, as if still here. Yesterday, a businessman, just passing through, obviously. A week ago, a woman waiting and hoping. A month ago, a couple that live far from each other, meeting at the hotel for the first time in too long. They accompany me for a few moments, I imagine their private lives, they enter into mine.
Vincent Fillon
March 2013
« During our visit to Paris, my partner and I spent a night in this charming hotel. We weren’t disappointed and had a lovely time. The rooms are clean and contain all you might need. The staff is extremely friendly, and we felt very welcome. The hotel is very well situated by the Sorbonne University and within walking distance of many tourist attractions. I would willingly stay there again.
J.B. C.
Hotel Design Sorbonne
Energy & Serenity
In the last few years, the hotel had become the only place where we would stop and meet up, finally. Equidistant for both of us, like a line drawn freehand on a map, we lived in one room. Between Rome and Stockholm, we would sleep in London. Between Berlin and Gothenburg, we would choose Oslo. For a long time already, we had kept an image of each of our stays, like the souvenir of a shared dream, an ingenious attempt to not waste time that always seemed to go too fast. Above the tumult and clamour of this big city, from Gobelins to Saint-Germain, rue du Cherche-Midi, I would go to you, you were there. You would come to me. I remained in a dizzy state of time suspended, travelling, and yet just a few streets from my apartment, with him.
Despite the glacial distance that had separated me from this man of dreams, there was no need to pretend to be something here, only to feel the attraction impossible to describe. In this serenely-coloured room on the the third floor, feelings had been confusingly stirred up.
Hic et nunc
In room n°1. Close to the Pantheon. Everything remains to be invented.
« I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things »
N. Scott Momaday
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