There is always a good reason for a weekend in Paris. This is the second year we went in August, which is such a good timing. The weather is amazing, the streets are quiet and you are able to get a spot on the terrace. We arrived late on Friday evening, after a three hour trip with Thalys. The night we spend in boutique hotel C.O.Q., a 50-room boutique hotel in the 13th arrondissement of Paris. A laid-back, guesthouse atmosphere where we could pour ourselves a glass of French red wine. Great start of the weekend.
Waking up here as lovely as the sun came through our window. As I always say, breakfast is the best moment of the day. The hotel’s buffet made me extremely happy. Homemade granola, cheeses, croissants. Everything I wished for. Unfortunately we only spend here one night, since we had to attend the opening weekend of The Hoxton as well. But, we will be back!
After the breathtaking introduction at The Hoxton, we left our luggage and went to the area of Saint Martin. Although we were stuffed with the breakfast earlier, we had to try the chocolate bread of Liberte. It was so worth it. The neighborhood is really nice with the canal and many small coffee bars like Ten Belles and Craft.
From Saint Martin we walked down the canal to La Marais. Perfect area if you are up for some shopping as it has many concept and fashion stores. We sat down for a coffee at The Broken Arm, which is in front of a small park where people were enjoying the sun. As you can see in the pictures, it was so quiet!
We spend the rest of the day strolling around and hanging around the hotel since there was so much to see! Since Italian food is always a winner, we went to OberMamma for dinner. White pizza and burrata as a starters, truffle pasta as a main dish. It was delicious!
Next morning we had un petit breakfast in our room with The Hoxton’s breakfast bags. Around ten we went out again to visit Montmartre. We walked up via Rue des Martyrs which is apparently a really street with many bakeries, coffee bars and take-away!
So, after the pistachio rolls of Pain Pain and a coffee at KB Cafeshop it was time for lunch. We walked down the hill again and passed by a super homely, in my eyes, typical French lunch spot called Buvette. Since it was 28 degrees that day, we went to Jardin des Tuileries. Like every other Parisian.