Paris.

Marble bench along the window. Order the flat white and the almond financier. Wi-fi that never quits. The one you'll go back to on day two.

The cobblers' shop turned two-table café. Espresso only. Take it standing, like a Roman. Ten minutes. Move on.

Under the arcades of the Palais Royal. The matcha latte in the small ceramic cup. Sit outside — the garden is the show.

Yellow espresso machine. Peach tiles. Order the cardamom bun. Bring a novel. This is where people go when they don't want to be found.

Nine seats. Filter coffee that will ruin others for you. Two peonies in a jam jar. In and out in 20 minutes with a better day.

Sit outside along the canal with an iced matcha. Watch the barges pass. This is the assignment.

The açaí bowl the Parisians pretend they don't eat. Sunlit corner. The rosé lemonade is real.

Half florist, half café. Coffee comes with a stem. Take a photo. Buy the peonies. Leave. Repeat weekly.

1880. Wood-paneled. Order the vanilla-bean chai. Bring a linen napkin energy.

Australian espresso done right. The banana bread is warm at 10:30. Corner two-top by the window is the one.

World's 50 Best regular. The cocktail menu is a hand-drawn map of France. Ask for the sommelier's pick.

Every bottle is French. The graffiti facade is on purpose. Try the Chartreuse Sour. Stand at the bar.

Walk through the taqueria to the door in the back. Mezcal negroni. Skip if you need to be up early.

Sunset with a view of Sacré-Cœur. Order the pastis. Go on a Tuesday to avoid the crowd.

Six oysters, a glass of white, aperitivo hour. The corner two-top by the window is the one.

Speakeasy through an unmarked green door. Live jazz Thursday to Saturday. Stay until it closes.

Two women run it. The cocktails are named after French female artists. Order the Colette. Sit at the bar and ask what she's making today.

Velvet everything. In-room bar. Ask for a corner room on the 3rd floor with the wrought-iron balcony.

Cocktail bar downstairs is a destination. Rooms are compact, considered, French-perfect.

Emerald tiles. The pool bar. Walking distance to Palais Royal. Weekend splurge tier.

The rooftop breakfast is worth the room alone. Grand Café Tortoni downstairs. Book the top floor.

The lobby is a listening bar until midnight. Rooms feel like a friend's apartment. That's the point.

1920s atelier with 4m ceilings and courtyard windows. Sleeps 3. Bring a linen dress.

Converted painter's studio. Skylight over the bed. The neighborhood coffee is 30 seconds away.

Second-floor walk-up onto a hidden courtyard. Full kitchen. The window that made this edition.

The rooftop is a real bar not just a hotel bar. Art Deco everything. Ask for a top-floor room.