The Sunday Times May 22, 2022 5
Travel Côte d'Azur
The Huppert penthouse, left,
at Hotel Martinez, above;
guests have included Robert
Pattinson and Julia Roberts
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roaring, almost
drowning out my
make-up artist’s
instructions:
“Ouvrez la bouche, Madame.
Fermez les yeux,” she purrs,
flicking my face with various
brushes. When I’m finally
allowed to open my heavily
mascaraed eyes again, it’s to
a perfect evening view from
the vast terrace of the Isabelle
Huppert penthouse on the
seventh floor of the Hotel
Martinez.
Across the road at the
Martinez beach club (the
largest in town), staff collect
the dregs of champagne
left by the day’s sun
worshippers. Beyond, the
water on the Bay of Cannes
sparkles like Catherine
Deneuve’s cleavage at the
Césars. Below, Cannes’ fabled
main drag — La Croisette —
is teeming with joggers,
blonde-highlighted, walnut-
skinned women in white jeans
walking pomeranians, and
influencers pouting for selfies.
Cannes’ 75th film festival
kicked off last week, beginning
12 days of joyful, unabashed
va-va-voom. After 2020’s
cancellation and 2021’s
subdued July affair, the town’s
delight at the return of the
biggest event of its kind in the
world is palpable.
“Tom Cruise is coming for
Top Gun: Maverick, but it’s a
secret,” I’m told by everyone
from the glamorous,
miniskirted helicopter pilot
who flies us to Cannes from
Nice airport in a matter of
minutes to the personal
shoppers in Christian Dior and
Chanel, who remain warm and
gossipy even as my minuscule
spending power emerges.
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one would make a luggage
cupboard. The other is set up
for our couple’s massage,
courtesy of the new Carita spa,
a treatment that leaves James
so blissed out he starts
snoring. I find it hilarious;
his masseuse is thrilled at the
implied compliment.
There’s also a kitchen in
which our private dinner
(presided over by our butler
and sommelier) is given its
finishing touches by
Christian Sinicropi, the
passionate chef of the
hotel’s Palme d’Or
restaurant, the only
restaurant in town
with two Michelin stars.
There’s plenty of
Blumenthalian theatrics
with pipettes and dishes
such as prawns with
mimosa and a blend of
mascarpone and milk
chocolate, followed by
trout with an algae chaser —
far tastier than they sound.
Only a select few can stay in
Isabelle Huppert (bookings are
done directly through
management, with prices
strictly on request but clearly
five-figure). But after Chopard
evicts us, we’re more than
happy with our sea-view
suite decorated in tasteful
ornaments, with fresh white
roses everywhere and an
all-important Riviera
panorama.
After a £128 million
refurbishment since joining
the Hyatt exclusive Unbound
Collection, the hotel’s guests
who once looked out over the
ballroom rooftop can now
survey the newly planted
garden, with heated lap pool,
juice bar, spa and gym, all
enveloped in lush vegetation.
The hotel is not alone in its
big facelift. Cannes may still
have only 70,000 residents,
but it has changed completely
since I last visited as a baby
reporter 25 years ago. Then
I stayed in a Novotel miles out
on the ring road and my bag,
containing all documents
and cash, was stolen in a disco.
The festival was glamorous
but the tiny beach was filthy
and the town itself shabby
and polluted. Since then
millions have been spent
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They’re named,
respectively, for the
superstar French actress
and the festival’s
longstanding boss. Both
spaces are designed by
Pierre-Yves Rochon, the
man behind such hotels
as the Savoy and the
Paris Georges V.
Together they cover
13,455 sq ft, creating
one of Europe’s
largest suites.
The Huppert
alone is not
a suite for the
agoraphobic.
The distance from
the sitting room,
flanked by panoramic
bay windows, to the master
bedroom is so great (past the
lobby, dining room and
dressing room), that my
husband, James, can’t hear
my calling — OK, bellowing
— to alert him when his
phone rings.
We’ve been staying half
a day before I discover the
existence of a whole extra
wing, with staff entrance and
double bedroom with en suite.
Two other rooms appear to
serve no purpose, but I deduce
Staff at the Martinez, at 93
the oldest of the Croisette’s
super-luxe hotels, are used to
fielding A-list guests. Their
discretion means we don’t
know who the hotel will
imminently be hosting,
but Bruce Willis, Scarlett
Johansson, Robert Pattinson
and Gwyneth Paltrow, plus
entourages, have previously
occupied its 410 rooms.
Still, it seems a safe bet
that — even with no film to
promote — Julia Roberts will be
enjoying the same
seventh-storey
view as me,
as a face of
Chopard,
the luxury
jewellery
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Cannes for the film festival, it was budget hotels
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MICHEL FIGUET; JEAN FRANCOIS ROMERO; DAVID LIVINGSTON, JAMIE MCCARTHY/GETTY IMAGES; MATTHEW HORWOOD/ALAMY
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