The Pigalle district isn’t all sex, sex, sex – it does sleaze, sauce and showgirls, too. A rock-star pad with wittily whorish, neo-baroque rooms, Villa Royale pays tribute to all of the above, but it’s at a sufficient distance from the neon lights, for you to keep things vicariously decadent. The hotel’s tongue-in-cheek shtick involves pink silk padded doors, pink drapes, swags and walls, gilt-framed LCD screens and fireplaces, Jacuzzis for two. Each room is named after a glamorous celeb: Naomi Campbell, Catherine Deneuve, Serge Gainsbourg, all of whom conjure up a bit of kinky imagery in one way or another. The perfect place for a frolicsome weekend in Paris and, equally, a good choice if you’re bent on exploring the youthful bars and boutiques of Montmartre.