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April 29, 2004
En route to the hotel, we vowed we’d never try to drive out of this airport as we zigged
and zagged through more turns than we could count. Later, we learned that Hyatt’s
complimentary downtown bus--huge, lovely, absolutely posh--would have picked us up at
20 avenue de l’Opera at 6:30 or 10:30pm. When we left next morning, we took
the bus, in front of the hotel at 10 every morning.
This Hyatt has every facility and service imaginable, except for coffeepots in rooms.
Front desk put us on Gold Passport floor, where a balcony off the hallway hangs over the
lobby and serves as welcome center with free coffee until 9:30 a.m. (In Bar Cosmos or
Apollo Restaurant, coffee is 5,5 euros per cup.) Other facilities we didn’t use include
Equinoxe, a full-service, state-of-the-art fitness facility with sauna, steam,
jacuzzi, facials, body treatments, weights, pool, and manicure. There are 2 floodlit tennis
courts, a jogging track, and “privileged access” to Paris International Golf Club. Hyatt
CDG is a world of its own.
We paused in the lobby to admire the captivating design of architect Helmut Jahn.
Floodlit bamboo trees in lush clumps tower into the high ceiling and partially shield from
view bar, restaurant entrance, and seating areas. The dim light softens silver metal walls,
which by day cast a muted sheen through the bamboos. A fountain and pool with
sculpted head is enticing, and balconies hang above the trees.
Our king room was immaculate with stereo TV, minibar, large wooden closet, comfortable
chairs, desk, and adequate lighting. Our bath was extra large, even for Hyatt, and
well-stocked with the chain’s Portico items and two bath robes. A unique touch existed
with the countertop and mirror, which extended into the shower--and this was
appreciated, since it gave us plenty of space for our things.
Thanks to complimentary transportation, we couldn’t find reason for disappointment at
not getting our first choice, the downtown Hyatt. As the bus pulled away, we saw for the
first time in daylight the metal cylinders that define this oasis for personal indulgence.
From journal I Love Paris, 3 Hotels, and a Couchette