Marsanne · Hospitality
On the village square in Marsanne, Pantoufle is the house Jeanne Jouvet imagined — a place where warmth and generosity restore the pleasure of taking one’s time.
Music entered the picture early, while the project was still taking shape.Two years on, it continues to evolve with the seasons, Jeanne’s ideas and the life of the house.
The brand
Hospitality, Jeanne’s way
On Marsanne’s village square, Pantoufle has seventeen rooms. No numbers: shoe sizes. And an invitation that almost fits inside a single verb: pantoufler.
Jeanne calls it a pied-à-terre. You come for lunch, to sleep, to meet friends, wander through the village, have a drink, let a conversation run on. The rooms go by shoe sizes, the team are known as the pantouflards, and idleness needs no excuse.
The table, the bar, the bedrooms, the pool and the garden all belong to one house, deeply rooted in Marsanne and open to those who come to stay.
When Pascale and Éric first discover Pantoufle, they recognise Jeanne at once. Her infectious good humour and sunny personality are already everywhere. So are her wit, her taste for the unexpected and her eye for detail.
The music would need that same freedom of tone.
© Pantoufle Hôtel
The project
The urge to pantoufler
Jeanne had met Pascale and Éric a few years earlier, during her final year at Institut Paul Bocuse. They had been her lecturers. Through their classes, she had discovered Music Eye View, the hospitality projects they were working on and the way they approached music in a place.
After graduating, Jeanne decides to open a place of her own. As Pantoufle begins to take shape, music enters her thinking early and she comes back to Pascale and Éric. They already know Jeanne, but watching her imagine Pantoufle lets them discover her differently.
Their conversations bring her approach to hospitality, her place in the village and the time she wants to offer those who will come to stay into focus. Two cohorts after Jeanne, Pantoufle also returns to Institut Lyfe: while the house is still coming to life in Marsanne, final-year students work on its opening. What is being built in Marsanne enters the classroom, then travels back with Jeanne to the house.
Pantoufler in the Drôme Provençale, with music woven into the place.
© Pantoufle Hôtel
Sound identity
Off the beaten track
For Pascale, the starting point remains Jeanne: her wit, her sunny energy, her instinct for simple hospitality and her wholehearted enjoyment of taking her time.
That naturally leads us to explore a certain idea of France through music.
In the South of France in the 1960s and 70s, that world also brushes against a counterculture drawn to other rhythms of life — freer, more bohemian, closer to the land. Without turning into scenery or a retro reference, that diffuse memory resonates with Pantoufle: sunshine, nonchalance, irony, a desire to slip away.
Éric and his team look beyond the big names for overlooked tracks; behind a familiar voice, for the forgotten song; within a repertoire we think we know, for the side roads listeners have gradually forgotten.
From there, the search stretches from the 1960s to French music today.
Artists we think we know return through songs that rarely make it back into circulation. Forgotten gems feel unexpectedly contemporary again. Other songs are unfamiliar yet carry that strange familiarity that makes you want to know them.
At Pantoufle, that is often where the pleasure lies: recognising a presence before being able to name it.
At Pantoufle, these moments belong fully to the spirit of the house: the pleasure of sharing. Familiar voices, hidden or forgotten gems, rarely heard French songs, then younger artists who carry that same freedom somewhere new.
Then a phone comes out. The track gets Shazamed.
© Pantoufle Hôtel
Programming
Music, from evening to morning
The day gives this French musical landscape room to change character.
At breakfast
France wakes gently: intimate voices, songs full of poetry, lightness and sunshine.
At lunch
Éric and his team go deeper into the 1960s and 70s: gems, hidden or forgotten treasures, sunlit or mischievous songs that tell another story of French music.
In the evening
The selection opens out to newer French scenes, between chanson and contemporary pop, always in French.
The musical landscape shifts with the passing hours and from one space to the next.
© Pantoufle Hôtel
Governance
Back to Pantoufle!
Sometimes a new season, a playlist or one of Jeanne’s ideas calls them back.
Sometimes they simply come to stay at Pantoufle: take a room, sit down at the table, see Jeanne again and spend a few days in the house simply because they like being there.
Those stays matter precisely because they do not always need a reason beyond the pleasure of being there.
Pantoufle is no longer only a house they helped give a musical voice to. It has also become a place Pascale and Éric simply enjoy returning to.
After two years, some reference points no longer need discussing. It is easier to recognise what belongs to Pantoufle, what can surprise it just enough and what, however good, would sound better elsewhere.
Pantoufle keeps evolving with Jeanne. The repertoire broadens. New songs arrive; others disappear. Pascale and Éric return, listen, suggest and keep searching with her.
Two years later, Pascale and Éric keep coming back to Marsanne.
“Pascale & Éric come to see me often, and the best playlists always seem to grow out of those relaxed moments we share.”
Jeanne Jouvet (Owner, Pantoufle)
