What it is
An arty 40-room retreat in a 9th arrondissement townhouse with clawfoot tubs, marble sinks and two restaurants that are open until the wee hours.
What it isn't
Blah. The hotel is named for its neighborhood, which took its moniker from 18th century sculptor Jean-Baptiste Pigalle. Translation? It’s as artfully done as the Louvre.
What we think
Four blocks from Moulin Rouge, Le Pigalle has perfectly captured its surrounding aesthetic: centuries-old romance meets a delightful whiff of debauchery. All 40 guest rooms are highly curated treasure troves of vintage-y furniture and Instagrammable art. We love the intimate 376 square foot room Pigalle 35 for its turntable (and vinyl albums), and, for solo travelers, Pigalle 12—which would satisfy any aspiring Ernest Hemingway with its locally tailored personal bar and cherry red long twin bed within its 129 square foot floor plan. Whatever room you pick, you’ll be treated to unexpected perks, including an in-room loaner iPad and sound system for cranking one of Paris’s most famous musical exports, Daft Punk.
You're here because
The on-site cafe is so good it is perpetually thronged by locals, meaning the black sesame lattes and financiers are as delectable as they look.
You think you may see a young Jane Birkin at the bar at Le Pigalle, sipping a frothy pile ou face cocktail and tucking into a chocolate fondant & fleur de sel. Or perhaps this Comte Hugues de la Bourdonnaye champagne has gone straight to your head.
Edging the 9th arrondissement, a 12 minute walk from Musée de Montmartre— a 17th century house where Renoire lived while painting La Balançoire.