I come from a dream, a dream that today is waking up, a Slavic dream, a Russian dream. From this exuberant, festive, shimmering Russia, halfway between fantasy and reality. A Russia in Paris, the city of the world, of light, of spectacle, and which, better than any other, shares the taste for the superb.
On my floors, in my lounges, in the thrill of my décor, I am known as a table, a bar, a delicatessen, and more... However, I prefer to call myself a House, with the capital letter that is required when one does not spare the beautiful desire to entertain. I am a Maison Russe. A new Parisian passion.