![]() We were seated at a round table set for two. The suave maître d’hôtel escorted us up a winding staircase to La Belle Otero, a private salon overlooking the Seine. The restaurant is in an 18th-century town house on Quai des Grands Augustins, near St Michel. Last year we treated ourselves to dinner at Lapérouse. If you desire an injection of Parisian exoticism outside of St Valentine’s Day, keep an eye on the bâronne’s Facebook page. Tickets for the ball at La Coupole, and for the evening of scintillating elegance, cost only €20. Jelly Germain, a dancer, singer and choreographer who used to perform in Riverdance, battling Michael Flatley on stage in Dublin, also joined us for a chat. She said that she feels “‘le bal’ is definitely back!” – and like Willie Daly, the Lisdoonvarna matchmaker, she’s convinced love can easily ignite when eyes meet across a sizzling dance floor. When the bâronne took a break, we chatted on the restaurant’s terrace. It featured tuxedoed dandies, starlets in ball gowns, Orient Express “waiters” in vintage jackets with gleaming epaulettes, the artistically tattooed, and knights of Arabia. The theme of the event, organised by Mélina Sadi, aka the Bâronne de Paname, was the old Orient-Express route between London and Cairo. Our celebrations started early, on Saturday, with a retro ball at La Coupole, the Roaring Twenties art-deco brasserie. ![]() So this year my French husband and I decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day in style. February 14th has never been a big day in Paris, perhaps because the city already provides a perpetual backdrop for lovers, but over the past decade St Valentine has worked his way into many a Parisian’s heart.
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