Paris resists the retreat model and offers something better: a city whose gardens open early, whose pools and hammams hide inside palace floors, and whose default speed — the walk, the long lunch, the bench by the Seine — is already the prescription. The week works when the mornings are protected: the Tuileries before the crowds, a swim before breakfast, treatments taken when the spa floor is quietest.
We keep the afternoons unforced and the evenings short-range: dinner within walking distance, no reservation that requires crossing the city at eight, one night kept entirely empty. The luxury here is not seclusion — it is a capital city agreeing to move at your pace for a week.