Palais de Chine Hotel

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Hotel Info

  • 📍 Address 103台灣臺北市大同區建明里承德路一段3號
  • 📞 Phone +886 2 2181 9999
  • Rating ★★★★☆ 4.4 (8896 reviews)

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January family PETER
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The way the light hit the velvet at 4 PM

The youngest suddenly decided that the deep-pile carpets of the lobby were not floors but a vast, woolen tundra. He spen…

February couple PETER
16

The way the rain blurred the streetlights

We stepped into the Palais de Chine when the February light was a bruised, heavy grey—a dampness that didn't so much fal…

March family PETER
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The way the light hit the velvet curtain at noon

The youngest asked why the air felt like a wet towel pressed against his cheeks, a question that arrived just as we step…

April couple PETER
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The way the light lingered on the velvet

We arrived when the April air held that particular Taipei weight—a humid, velvet softness that made the skin feel slight…

April friends PETER
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The ceiling held a dream we forgot to wake from

"I'm telling you, the globe is a sign. I'm officially the King of the World for the weekend!" Mark announced, leaning pr…

June couple PETER
10

The lingering echo of a summer afternoon

We arrived just as the sky decided to break, a sudden, vertical deluge that turned the streets of Taipei into a blurred,…

June family PETER
10

The way the light hits the globe at noon

Leo treated the globe in our suite as a steering wheel for the entire world, spinning it with a frantic, joyful energy. …

June friends PETER
22

The sound of a music box while the city drowned in rain

We bet on who would melt first the moment we stepped out of the airport, the June air hitting us like a warm, wet towel …

September couple PETER
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The way the ceiling painting felt like a secret we kept

To you on a certain afternoon, when September's humidity clings like a damp sheet, and you wonder if a room can change h…

October friends PETER
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The way the ceiling held our secrets at 2am

The October air, a crisp draft smelling of distant rain and city exhaust, clung to our coats as we stepped into the hush…

November family PETER
18

The weight of a key in a small hand

The youngest of my children tried to spear a piece of chilled melon with a silver fork, only for the fruit to slide away…

December friends PETER
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A room where the ceiling dreams of summer

"Ten bucks says Mark forgot the chargers again," Sarah says, not even looking up from her screen.…