The ghost oscar wilde

The man mixing the cocktails is an artist. It's almost as though it gives an architectural french shrug at those people who don't get it. Hello this is Paris! But L'Hotel seems to compensate for those everyday annoyances with it's particular frenchness. But then everything a bit stylish in Paris must be paid for through the nose. I don't know, there's something in the atmosphere of the hotel, something ingrained in the walls and the fittings that makes you just love the place. No doubt much has changed since then, but. And while he had a love/hate relationship with the wallpaper in the room where he breathed his last (the wallpaper is still there) he was rather enamored with the rest of the place. I read that Oscar Wilde lived here and loved the place so much he decided to die before being booted out for unpaid bills.