It happened to Moses at the Burning Bush, to Jesus at the Jordan River, and to Buddha under the Bodhi Tree.
This past week, God spoke to me at Le Mathis. Antique paintings, foie gras, mirrored walls, haricots-verts, crystal chandeliers, and bottles upon bottles of velvety red wine that played so joyfully against every bite of my peppered steak.
My spiritual experience continued once we left the restaurant and entered the Bar le Mathis, surrounded by furniture and bottles of alcohol that are just as gorgeous as the Parisians that were entour de moi. The music waves swam around me as I laughed and giggled, sipped on my whiskey-rocks, and continued my trip of enlightenment.
Ah yes, I forgot… le Mathis is actually a magnificently decorated 23-room hotel where I look forward to spending a few scandalous nights at in my near future.
Photos By: Le Baron
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