Little Red Door

When in Paris, right? Taking advice from a blogger I adore, I ventured down the cobblestone streets of Marais and as the city twinkled as a light drizzle fell, I kept thinking of Owen Wilson’s line from Midnight in Paris:

Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain?

As I skipped my way through the quiet streets with my polka dot umbrella shielding me from the rain, I reached a group of people gathered in front of an entry way. This must be it, I thought, even before seeing the signature Little Red Door that serves merely for decoration rather than functionality.

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Photo credit: Trendy Guide

I stood on line, for perhaps 30 minutes, reading my book and taking in the magic of what was happening — just 24 hours ago, I was sitting at my desk in New York City, stressed about the news of the day, worried about the weight of my baggage (literally) at home. And now here I was, standing on the cobblestone streets of Paris, waiting for my first cocktail of the trip, reading my book in the drop dead gorgeous rain.

It felt like a dream.

Finally, it was my turn to be led inside, past the little red door and into a dark space where I felt transported in time. I cozied up in a dark green velvety chair at the bar and watched the magic happen.

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The menu, at the time of my visit, was based on architecture. Each of the 12 different cocktails was literally designed with a style in mind. As I flipped through the book, I’ll admit, I was somewhat overwhelmed by the options. Not just in the sense of, ‘Oh, will I enjoy this drink?’ But more so, am I selecting the most fun, whimsical choice? I ultimately trusted my gut and went with the “Modernist” style.

It didn’t disappoint. A combination of champagne, lavender and other treats with a gigantic modern shaped ice cube sticking out the top like an iceberg.

As the cocktail disappeared, the ice cube became a little bit of a challenge to work around, leaving behind a delicate line of frost on the tip of my nose. The bartender, noticing my struggles, removed the iceberg from my cocktail.

I looked on with wonder as other drinks whisked past. Fried flowers topping cocktails. Even sprayed pieces of paper adhered to the sides. It was like Willy Wonka’s whimsical world of cocktails. This place is a must visit in Paris.

 

Little Red Door • 60 Rue Charlot, 75003 Paris, France

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