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Those who think that Versailles is one of the world’s most extravagant
and lavish estates should peruse The Finest Houses of Paris.
The pages of this extraordinary volume are filled with 220
lush, full-color photographs—quite remarkable since the book
contains just 208 pages in all—of the most exclusive residences
in what was known in the days of Marcel Proust as “Le Faubourg
St. Germain.”
It was in this enchantingly aristocratic quarter of
Paris, an area of great 18th-century houses set between
elegant courtyards and gardens, that the most affluent literary
and social salons thrived and where the rich and privileged once
received guests in style. One look at the luxe interiors of the
Hotel Lambert and it becomes quite clear that receiving in style
remains very much the order of the day. It is in the hotel’s
Galerie d’Hercule that author Christiane de Nicolai-Mazery tells
us, “an invitation to dine is something that is looked forward
to for weeks, discussed for months, and remembered for a
lifetime.”
Nicolai-Mazery, who also wrote “The French Chateau;
Lifestyle and Tradition,” was given access to houses so
exclusive that many owners insisted on anonymity. One who agreed
to be named was Baron Guy de Rothschild, who allows us into what
is undoubtedly the most beautiful private house in Paris, past or
present, the astounding creation of architect Louis Le Vau and the
painter Charles Le Brun. Redecorated by the famed Italian
designer, Renzo Mongiardino, it contains the baron’s fabled art
collection that dates back several centuries.
Each turn of the page provides for more breathtaking
images from photographer Jean Bernard Naudin. The magnificent
townhouse of designer Hubert de Givenchy is filled with cherished
memories of his famous clients, from the Duchess of Windsor to
muse Audrey Hepburn, and the palatial apartment of Comte Hubert
d’Ornano, founder of the Orlane cosmetics empire, and his
aristocratic Polish wife mixes impeccable 18th-century
furniture with contemporary art.
All things considered, the most impossible thing
becomes not the immense grandeur of these estates, but resolving
at last to set the book down for the evening.
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