Moxy Paris CDG: Airport Hotel That'll SHOCK You!
Moxy Paris CDG: Airport Hotel That'll SHOCK You! – My Rollercoaster Ride (and Why You Should Book, Seriously)
Okay, folks, buckle up, because I just spent some time at the Moxy Paris CDG, and it was an experience. Let me preface this by saying I’m not exactly a seasoned travel blogger, more like a slightly anxious human who needs a decent bed near an airport. And the Moxy? Well, it mostly delivered. Let’s dive in, shall we?
First Impressions (and the Whole Accessibility Thing):
Finding the Moxy in the CDG labyrinth was surprisingly easy. Arrows! Signs! Finally, I’m not a total travel disaster! That’s a win. Accessibility is a big deal to me, and I was genuinely pleased. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, it seemed thorough. The hallways were wide, the elevators plentiful, and the public areas had proper ramps. This is a major plus for anyone with mobility issues. They also mentioned facilities for disabled guests, which is promising, though I didn't personally test them.
Internet & Techy Stuff (Because We All Need to Be Connected):
Let’s be honest, a good hotel lives or dies on its Wi-Fi. And THANK GOD, the Moxy delivers. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise be! And it actually worked. Like, reliably worked. I was able to stream, video call, and catch up on my endless doomscrolling with NO problem. They also have Internet [LAN] options if you’re old-school. Internet services are clearly a priority, which is a big win in this day and age.
Cleanliness and Safety – Because, You Know, These Are Important Now:
Okay, let's talk "the 'Rona". Moxy seems to be taking things seriously, which I appreciate. Anti-viral cleaning products mentioned? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Seemed to be happening. Hand sanitizer everywhere? Yep. They also talk about physical distancing which thankfully wasn't too much of a hurdle in the common spaces. Room sanitization opt-out available, which gives you control, and I appreciated the extra effort. Staff trained in safety protocol, and professional-grade sanitizing services are also points in their favor. I felt reasonably safe, which is a massive relief when you’re traveling.
The Room: My Little Airport Bubble:
My room was, well, Moxy. Think minimalist chic meets Ikea. Air conditioning was glorious. Blackout curtains? Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. The bed was comfortable, and the linens were clean. There were soundproof rooms, and thank GOD for that, because CDG can be a noisy place. The shower was decent. They had the basics – towels, toiletries, and a hair dryer. I also appreciated the coffee/tea maker, because I cannot function without caffeine. I also saw they have interconnecting room(s) available.
Okay, here's my one minor gripe: the lighting was a little…intense. It wasn’t necessarily cozy, but the pragmatism won out in the end. At least it was easy to see the coffee overflow from the coffee maker…which leads me to the other side of the story…
The Food & Drink – Adventures in Airport Cuisine:
Alright, let’s talk about the food. The Moxy Paris CDG offers the full package, and it's not always perfect, but it's ALWAYS there. The bar was lively, and I grabbed a decent (and necessary) cocktail after a long flight. The breakfast [buffet] was decent, with a mix of Asian and Western breakfast food – it's perfect if you just need to grab something before a flight. They had the usual suspects like buffet in restaurant, coffee/tea in restaurant, and the occasional dessert in restaurant. Room service [24-hour] is a major plus, especially when you’re jet-lagged and craving something. They also have a poolside bar (though I didn’t use it…because, winter).
And now my confession: I think I spilled some of my coffee, and it went everywhere. The worst part is, I had to clean it up. But honestly, I was just glad to be in my room, sipping that coffee. It was great!
Things to Do (or Try to Do) - More Than Just Airport Drudgery:
Honestly, the Moxy is more geared towards a quick stopover than a full-blown vacation. But they’ve got a fitness center (didn’t have the energy, sorry not sorry), and a pool with view (again, weather). If you're feeling fancy(ish), they have things like spa/sauna, steamroom, they could potentially have everything you need to chillax after the flight.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things Matter:
The Moxy understands the traveler's plight. Air conditioning in public area (bliss). Concierge (didn't need one, but good to know). Cash withdrawal (convenient, because airport). Daily housekeeping (thank you!). Doorman (welcoming). Elevator (essential). Luggage storage (crucial). Laundry service, which, let's be honest, saved my life. Mini bar is included in the room!
For the Kids (If You Have Them):
The hotel is family/child friendly, which is a big bonus. Babysitting service sounded tempting, I didn't need it, but knowing it's there is comforting.
Getting Around - From the Airport to, Well, Anywhere Else:
The Airport transfer is a godsend. No stressful navigating, just a quick shuttle ride. They also have car park [on-site] and Valet parking, which is a nice touch.
Overall – The Verdict:
Look, the Moxy Paris CDG isn’t perfect. It’s not a luxury hotel, and it’s designed primarily for convenience. BUT, for a layover, a quick stopover, or just a need to be near the airport, it's a solid choice. It's clean, modern, and has all the essentials. The staff are friendly and (apparently) well-trained in safety protocols. And, most importantly, it’s a haven from the chaos of CDG.
My Absolutely Opinionated Recommendation:
Book the Moxy Paris CDG if:
- You have an early morning flight or a late arrival.
- You want a clean, modern, and relatively quiet stay near the airport.
- You appreciate free Wi-Fi and decent coffee.
- You value accessibility.
- You need somewhere to just…be.
Don’t book the Moxy Paris CDG if:
- You’re looking for a luxury experience.
- You want to spend lots of time at the hotel.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This ain't your grandma's meticulously planned, sterile travel itinerary. This is… my potential Parisian adventure, starting (and maybe ending?) at the Moxy Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. Prepare for a rollercoaster of jet lag, croissant crumbs, and questionable life choices.
Day 1: Arrival - Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Duty-Free Perfume
10:00 AM (ish) - Landing & Luggage Lunacy: Touchdown! Ah, Paris! Wait… that’s just CDG. The airport smells like… opportunity? Or maybe just slightly stale airplane air mixed with the scent of a thousand impatient travelers. Navigating passport control felt like a game of "Spot the Tourist," which, predictably, I lost. Finding my luggage? Let's just say I'm pretty sure I saw my bright pink suitcase doing a waltz with a bewildered-looking Italian gentleman's carry-on. (Spoiler alert: I eventually found it, nestled innocently next to a mountain of oversized teddy bears. Don’t ask.)
11:30 AM - Moxy Check-In & Initial Panic: Finally, freedom! Or, at least, the freedom to get to the Moxy. That lobby is bright. Like, retina-searingly bright. Cool. The incredibly friendly staff makes the whole thing better! Check-in? Smooth as butter. I'm already mentally composing a tweet: "#MoxyLife #Paris #LostLuggageButStillSmiling." But then… the room. Small. Okay, compact. More like, “a very stylish, but slightly claustrophobic, storage unit for a somewhat stressed-out human.” But hey, at least there's a view of… the parking lot? Okay, cool, parking lots are exciting too, right?
12:30 PM - The Great Croissant Quest & Immediate Regret: Hunger pangs hit. Like, serious hunger pangs. The allure of a proper Parisian croissant is real. I decide, against all reason, to brave a nearby café, convinced I'll blend in and gracefully navigate this whole "ordering in French" thing. I end the situation with something almost croissant-y on the outside but almost soggy and sad on the inside, while I stumble with "merci" and "s'il vous plaît." I think, I might as well accept that I look like I'm perpetually lost, confused, and a little bit hungry.
2:00 PM - Duty-Free Descent & Perfume Paranoia: Back to the airport, because, you know, why not? Feeling the need to "shop" and "indulge," I bravely (or stupidly) enter the duty-free zone. I'm immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of perfumes. Like, enough smells to make my nose explode. I test a few, then another, and another. Soon I'm a walking cloud of floral and musky something-or-other, convinced everyone in a ten-mile radius thinks I smell like a slightly aggressive garden.
4:00 PM - The Unexpected Airport Massage: A little shop with a sign that claims to offer a "relaxing massage" at the airport catches my eye. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I give it a try and I am never doing that again in a hurry.
6:00 PM - Dinner and a Beer (or Two) at Moxy: Back at the Moxy, where the bar is calling my name! Pizza, fries, a beer, I am happy. Plus, I meet a couple of other travelers also struggling with the chaos. We swap stories, commiserate over misplaced luggage, and bond over the shared joy of finally being in Paris (even if it's only the airport for now).
8:00 PM - Room Rampages and Jet Lag's Embrace: Back in my tiny room. My jet lag is hitting me like a ton of bricks. I'm tossing and turning, battling the urge to rewatch a documentary about the French Revolution (purely for research purposes, obviously).
Day 2: The "Maybe I'll Actually See Paris" Ambition… Maybe.
7:00 AM (ish) - Wake Up & Despair: Woke up, and am pretty sure I'm still in Paris time. Everything around me seems distant. This could be the start of something beautiful, or the beginning of a very long nap.
9:00 AM - The Rer B Expedition: This is where things got interesting, or maybe just a little bit more chaotic. I decide to be adventurous and go on the RER B train, thinking it would be a romantic, scenic journey. Wrong! It was a crowded cattle car of tourists and grumpy commuters, all vying for a spot. I spend the entire train ride clutching my bag for dear life, convinced I'd be pickpocketed within seconds.
10:30 AM - Sacré-Cœur (and the Climb of Doom): The Sacré-Cœur! It's beautiful. Seriously breathtaking. But um… the climb? Holy moly! I'm pretty sure I aged a year on those stairs. But the view from the top? Worth every single agonizing step.
12:00 PM - Lunch in Montmartre & Attempted Parisian Cool: I'm so proud, I tried to order in French, and I think I succeeded. I ate a baguette, and I love all of it.
2:00 PM - Daydreaming in the Park: It's so beautiful here, it's so lovely. I spend time in the park just soaking it all in.
4:00 PM - The Louvr's disappointment: I wasn't able to visit the Louvre, no matter the case. I was there at night, and it was closed.
6:00 PM - Back to the airport: A final airport dinner gives me the ability to reflect on the day.
Day 3: Farewell, Paris (Maybe) - And The Perpetual Promise of "Next Time."
Morning - Departure Prep & Souvenir Shenanigans: It's time to go. I am a little bit sad, and a little bit ready to go home. I hit the airport shops one last time, frantically searching for the perfect "I ❤️ Paris" trinket to bring home (and inevitably lose within a week).
Overall Reflection: Paris is overwhelming, chaotic, and utterly captivating. It's a city that both frustrates and enchants you. I certainly didn't see everything I wanted to, or do everything I planned. But that's okay! It's an experience I will surely never forget. Until next time, Paris!
Is this Moxy really *at* the airport? I've been burned before...
Okay, confession time: My first time trying to find this place, I almost lost a kidney. NOT LITERALLY, but the stress…whew! It *is* close. Like, *really* close. But "close" at CDG can mean a bus, a train, a hike, and maybe a teleporter if you're lucky. This Moxy is… reasonably accessible. You can walk (if you're a glutton for punishment and have no luggage, which is NEVER me). The free CDGVal train station is right there, and it only takes a few minutes to get TO the hotel. SO… yes. It's airport-adjacent. Don't expect a seamless, door-to-door experience. Expect… Paris chaos. Embrace it.
What's the deal with the "vibe" everyone keeps talking about? Is it actually fun?
"Fun?" Well… that depends on your definition. Are you a high-maintenance, needs-everything-perfect kind of traveler? RUN. Are you someone who appreciates a slightly-off-kilter, intentionally-quirky atmosphere? Then, maybe. The lobby is all bright colors, loud music (sometimes TOO loud, ugh), and Insta-bait. They *try* to be cool. They *try* to be hip. Sometimes it works, sometimes it feels like your slightly-uncool aunt trying to "get down" at a wedding. My personal take? It’s… better than a sterile, soul-sucking airport hotel. And the bar? Potentially dangerous, in a fun way. (More on that later. Trust me.)
The Rooms! Tell me about the ROOMS! Are they the size of shoeboxes like I've heard?
Okay, yeah. Prepare yourself. They're… compact. "Cozy" is the word they use. I’d use… "efficiently designed." Think IKEA built a room for a particularly stylish hamster. You'll squeeze everything in. The bathroom is functionally fine, but don't expect a luxurious spa experience. You'll basically stand, wash, and get the heck out. The bed? Usually comfy enough. I've spent worse nights on airport floors, TBH. The real issue is the… *stuff*. Where do you PUT everything? I once spent twenty minutes trying to find a place for my suitcase, which resulted in me stubbing my toe and yelling at the wall. The room itself is perfectly fine, but don’t expect to host a party in there.
Breakfast, the most important meal! Is it any good, or airport-hotel-breakfast-bleh?
Look, I'm a breakfast person. I NEED my coffee. And my carbs. The breakfast at the Moxy? It's… fine. It’s included, which is a BIG plus. Expect a buffet. Expect the usual suspects: pastries (some surprisingly good, honestly), yogurt, fruit, coffee. The coffee is… passable. It'll wake you up, which is all I really ask at 6 AM. Don't go expecting a Michelin-star dining experience. But it'll fill the hole in your stomach. And let me tell you, sometimes, when you are running on 2 hours og sleep, "passing" is enough.
Alright, the Bar... You mentioned "potentially dangerous"... Spill.
Okay, buckle up. The bar. My absolute kryptonite. I went in for "one quick drink" before my flight once, right? BIG MISTAKE. The bartenders were friendly and efficient at that French way. The music was loud, the crowd was… airport-y (a mix of stressed travelers, exhausted pilots, and people, like me, who REALLY needed a drink). And the cocktails? Delicious. Dangerously delicious. I swear, they had a special formula... maybe they add something to the drinks because I had three, and the next thing I knew, I was singing along to obscure 80s Euro-pop with a group of strangers. Then, I missed my flight. YES. I missed my flight. Lesson learned: one drink only. *Maybe* two, if you're feeling REALLY brave. Seriously, exercise caution. That bar is a vortex.
Is the Wi-Fi any good or am I going to be fighting with it all trip?
Surprisingly? Usually solid. I've never had major issues with the Wi-Fi. Which, in an airport hotel, is a small miracle. Thank god because it helps when you're trying to frantically rebook a missed flight.
Would you recommend Moxy Paris CDG? Be honest!
Okay, the honest truth? It depends. If you're expecting luxury, pristine perfection, and utter tranquility, run screaming. If you're a backpacker, a solo traveler, or someone who just needs a reasonably priced place to crash before a flight, the Moxy is… pretty darn good. It's got a certain chaotic charm. It’s not perfect, but it’s got character. And, let's be honest, sometimes that’s more important than perfection. Just… watch out for that bar. And the suitcase space. And maybe bring earplugs. I'd go again. But I'd also pack some serious recovery supplies for the morning after the bar.
Do they have a gym? (Gotta compensate for all those cocktails, right?)
They do, in fact. A TINY gym. Like, really tiny. I took a peek. It's got a treadmill, a couple of weights, and probably enough space for only two people to be working out at the same time. I didn't try it. I was still recovering from my bar adventure. But it IS there, so, if you're the exercise type, you have an option. I personally prefer to walk. Preferably, away from that bar.
Any tips or tricks for surviving the Moxy experience?
Okay, listen up!
- Pack LIGHT! Seriously, those rooms are tiny.
- Take advantage of the free CDGVal train. It's your friend.
- Embrace theHotel Adventure
