Maison Rose felt like something out of a dream — a soft pink house with lace curtains, vintage charm, and the gentle hush of a slower time.
Every corner felt like a whisper of romance — the creaking floors, the delicate floral details, paintings, morning light spilling through windows.
The Parisien-style breakfast was just as lovely: flaky croissants, delicious chocolatines, baguette, jams, cheese and ripe fruit, fresh juice pressé, and peppermint tea.