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If you can get over the fantastic ridiculousness of Vegas in general, you'll be able to take Paris's "French" twist with a grain of salt. Obviously this French twist involves putting "le" in front of every noun, and ending it with an "e"....le craps table....le cocktaile....le ATMe....after awhile it becomes le'tarded.
Our room was clean and the bathroom is nice (separate tub and shower stall). Surprisingly, the room was actually quiet - not much hallway noise or outside noise. However, we were on the 14th floor facing Bally's so I'm unsure as to whether this is consistent throughout the hotel.
This was our first stay on The Strip - we usually stay downtown at the Nugget. Although we booked Paris as part of a package and paid a reasonable weekday rate, I couldn't help but feel like I was being financially raped at each turn. Now, granted Vegas is known for financial rape but Paris took it to a new level - financial anal rape with chalk dust. Everything had a surcharge or was insanely priced. Bottle of water? $3. Cup of coffee? $3. Internet access? $15 a day. Print out a page at the business center? $6 a page (does not include misprints) If you lift anything out of the minibar, within 45 seconds the hotel will charge your room.
Although one should expect financial anal rape from Vegas in general, in the end it just demonstrates the greatest flaw of this hotel - it is just too big to feel intimate. If you hate feeling like a number, don't stay here.
A side note:
I don't understand why people write reviews expressing their disgust at "The Midwesterners in fanny packs" who think this is really Paris. Um, yeah you'll see a lot of that. Mainly because this is Vegas. Yes, you urban hipster, we all know you've been to the real Paris and boy, does it make you so much better than us philistines. Oh, by the way, why are you here anyway?
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