My hotel in Paris, called Hotel de Palais Bourbon, was an immaculate old family-run place with the smallest elevator imaginable. The doyen of the family was a stooped old woman with white stringy hair.
The room we stayed in was quite spacious and cozy - we had a king sized bed in one room and a standard double bed in the other room. Mark and I played a game of "rock paper scissors", and I won so I got the king size, to which I had the on-suite and a balcony overlooking the farmland.
Mark's room had, as I said, a double bed and a beautiful hot tub.