It’s celebration time! I write from Paris, where the air is so thick with excitement that I can slice it and plop it into my champagne flute. And raise a toast. A toast to eternal youth, to three grand dame hotels that distil history with elegance and yet throb with the vibrance of youth. These hotels are not just places to stay, but enchantments spanning centuries; much like Paris, which is my first love. She seduces slowly and sensuously. She lingers with a languorously haunting beauty and then surprises with a vigorousness that slam dunks adrenalin into high gear.
For the past two decades, I’ve not only stayed
