Avignon's Hotel d'Angleterre: Luxury Redefined (Unforgettable Stay Awaits!)
Avignon's Hotel d'Angleterre: Luxury Redefined? (Let's See About THAT…)
Okay, so I just got back from the Hotel d'Angleterre in Avignon, and let me tell you… it's a vibe. You know, the kind you either get or you don't. And truthfully? At first, I wasn't entirely getting it. But we'll get there. Hold my rosé.
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Accessibility: Rolling with the Punches (and the Wheels)
Right, so accessibility. Crucial, right? And thankfully, pretty darn good here. They’ve clearly put some thought into this. My travel buddy has mobility issues (I'm not gonna divulge what, but let's just say stairs are not their friend), and we specifically chose this hotel based on its claims. Wheelchair accessible was a big selling point, and it delivered. Ramps were plentiful, the elevator was spacious enough to do a little dance in (and I may have tested that theory), and the room itself was… well, let's just say it had room to move around! The bathroom? Spot on. Grab bars, a decent turning radius… all the important stuff.
Now, for the slight grumbles. The pool with view… well, it is spectacular. But the path to it felt a tad convoluted for a wheelchair. A small thing, but one I noticed. Also, while the staff were generally super helpful, occasionally, we had to flag someone down for assistance – not a deal-breaker, but something that could be smoother.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Yep! The main restaurant, Le Jardin, and the bar were both easily accessible.
Internet Access: The Wi-Fi Whisperer
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank the digital gods! Seriously, this is a must-have, especially when you're trying to navigate foreign cities and look up opening hours. And the Wi-Fi? Solid! No buffering during my binge-watching of "The Great British Bake Off." (Priorities, people!). Internet [LAN] was also available if you're old-school/really into security. Internet services as in, a concierge to help you set it all up, you.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax… or, My Spa Debacle
Oh, the spa. The spa. This is where things got… interesting. The brochure promised Pool with view, Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool [outdoor], Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage. And, well, it delivered on most of it. The swimming pool? Jaw-dropping. Infinity edge, overlooking the city… gorgeous. The sauna and steamroom? Exactly what the doctor ordered.
But me trying to get a massage was a comedy of errors. I booked one, anticipating utter bliss. Instead, I got a therapist who seemed… well, let's just say her English wasn't the best. And my French? Let's not even go there. There were a lot of awkward hand gestures, a lot of confusion as to whether she was supposed to be applying pressure or tickling my back, and the occasional (and involuntary, I swear!) giggle. It wasn't bad, per se, but it was definitely not the zen escape I'd hoped for. Don’t get me wrong! She tried. Bless her heart.
Other ways to relax… just floating in the pool with a drink (thanks, Poolside bar!), and doing absolutely nothing but staring at the view. Which, to be fair, is pretty darn relaxing on its own.
Cleanliness and Safety: Because, You Know, the Current World
Thank heavens for the measures they've taken! Anti-viral cleaning products, Breakfast takeaway service, Cashless payment service, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter everywhere you turn. They're clearly on top of it, and that's seriously reassuring. My germ-fearing heart loved it! Staff trained in safety protocol, and you could see it, they were all super vigilant and helpful.
I didn’t feel like I was constantly dodging invisible nasties, which is a huge plus. The rooms sanitized between stays gave me peace of mind, and the room sanitization opt-out available was perfect for when I just wanted to let it all hang loose.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Where My Culinary Spirit Went to Play
The food! Ah, the food! Restaurants? Several! A la carte in restaurant, and Buffet in restaurant (Breakfast [buffet]). Happy hour at the bar was a glorious way to end the day, and the Poolside bar offered delicious cocktails. The Western cuisine in restaurant was superb. I loved the Desserts in restaurant.
The Asian breakfast was a welcome surprise as well.
I had Coffee/tea in restaurant every morning, and got to indulge in a Breakfast service; very nice.
Now, the Room service [24-hour]? A lifesaver at 3 am when that sudden urge to order a club sandwich strikes. Trust me. It strikes.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Make a Difference
The staff here are just lovely. Super attentive, always smiling, and genuinely eager to help. Concierge service was impeccable. Doorman. Daily housekeeping. The little things matter, and they certainly do them well.
Facilities for disabled guests: Yes, and like I said, they were well-thought-out and appreciated.
Cash withdrawal service was available. As was Currency exchange.
Air conditioning in public area was a HUGE plus. And in the Available in all rooms too!
For the Kids: Family-Friendly, But Maybe Not Kid-Centric
They have Babysitting service! Though, I'm not sure what my imaginary kids would do here. The place is beautiful, yes, but its more romantic and sophisticated than playground-ish (unless your kids are into admiring architecture and sitting in a fancy restaurant). The hotel seemed Family/child friendly, but, let's just say it leans more towards the refined end of the spectrum. Kids meal were offered!
Access: The Heart of the Heart
CCTV in common areas was cool. The Front desk [24-hour] was a lifesaver several times. The Check-in/out [express] was needed after that long flight!
Rooms: The Details Matter
Available in all rooms… Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
All the stuff you need, basically. My room was gorgeous, spacious, and had amazing views. The Non-smoking rooms were a godsend!
Getting Around: The Road Less, Traveled
Airport transfer was available. The Car park [free of charge] was a huge bonus. We utilized the Taxi service a few times, and it was hassle-free.
The Verdict: Worth the Splurge?
Okay, look, the Hotel d'Angleterre isn't cheap. But for a luxurious, well-located, and generally accessible stay in Avignon? Absolutely. The staff's friendliness, the beautiful pool, the delicious food, and those stunning views? They'
Al Eairy Apartments Dammam: Your Dream 3-Bedroom Oasis Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, picture-perfect travel brochure itinerary. This is real life, Avignon style, and we're diving headfirst into the chaos! We're talking about a trip to Hotel d'Angleterre in beautiful, chaotic, glorious Avignon, France. Prepare for wine spills, existential crises, and possibly, a profound love affair with a croissant.
Day 1: Arrival, Expectations, and a Near Disaster
10:00 AM: Land at Marseille Provence Airport (MRS). Okay, so first hiccup. My suitcase? MIA. Poof. Gone. Vanished. So now I'm envisioning myself wandering through the streets of Avignon in a borrowed t-shirt and a permanent state of mild panic. (Note to self: Pack a change of clothes in your carry-on next time, you idiot).
11:30 AM: Train to Avignon. The train! Always a good start. Except the scenery is so perfect, so unbelievably French, I'm practically weeping from sheer, unearned beauty. Fields of lavender (probably), the Rhône River glistening… it's enough to make you question your life choices. Are you living enough?! Are you worthy of this view?! My mind is already a mess of romantic thoughts and regrets.
1:00 PM: Check into Hotel d'Angleterre. Finally! A haven. The hotel is gorgeous, all antique furniture and plush fabrics. Almost distracts me from the missing suitcase of mine. The staff are ridiculously charming, even though I'm probably looking like a disheveled, suitcase-less mess. I manage to ask for an extra large room, so I can be alone, and the staff is really nice at it.
1:30 PM: Room "inspection." The room is a dream, actually. High ceilings, big windows, and a view of something beautiful, even if I can't quite place it. I collapse on the bed, and immediately feel a tiny shard of hope returning. It's going to be okay. Right? (Insert nervous laugh here).
2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Lunch. I go out right away to find a place that sell food close. I stumbled upon a small cafe. The Croque Monsieur was the only thing keeping me from falling into a pit of despair and the coffee was incredibly strong.
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Wander around. Now, this is where things get hazy. I wander the streets, lost and loving it. Avignon is a maze of tiny cobblestone streets perfect for getting lost in. Found myself staring at the Pont d'Avignon (the famous bridge) for a good half hour, trying to understand its history, its purpose… and wondering about the people who walked across it.
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Panic buying at a small clothing store. Oh, the joy of having to buy clothes on your first day. I find a tiny shop filled with very 'provencal' style clothes. (I'm wearing a floral dress now, which is NOT my style, but at least I have something!)
7:00 PM: Dinner. Found a restaurant recommended in the hotel, and it was a disaster. The food was bland, the service slow, and I was starting to feel the suitcase-induced melancholia creeping back in. Lesson learned: trust your gut.
9:00 PM: Bed. I’m exhausted. The hotel's bed is impossibly comfortable, and the thought of going to bed is the only thing that keeps me from having a complete meltdown. (Tomorrow will be better… right?)
Day 2: Culture, Wine, and a Whole Lot of Cheese (and the suitcase, still!)
Ok, I'm tired of the waiting game. I asked again. The reception said the suitcase is somewhere in Marseille and should be here by dinner time. We'll see.
9:00 AM: Breakfast at the Hotel: I feel like my whole body is starving. I ate everything. Fruit, bread, jams. I felt the need to consume calories because, I don't know, my internal system is screaming!
10:00 AM: Palais des Papes (Popes' Palace). Okay, this place is HUGE. Mind-bogglingly huge. And a bit overwhelming. I wander past all the tapestries, imagining the lives of the popes who lived here. The scale of it all is impressive, but after an hour of wandering, things start to blur, as they normally do for most people. It's a lot of history, but… It does make you question the whole concept of power and religion and… I kind of zone out and start thinking about ice cream.
12:30 PM: Lunch at a local bistro. A small place recommended by my hotel. It was simple, delicious, and the wine was flowing. Suddenly, I feel less like a lost tourist and more like a local, even if I don't understand most of what's being said around me.
2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Wine Tasting. Ah, wine. The ultimate cure for everything. Found a small wine cellar recommended by my hotel, and I spend the afternoon sampling various local vintages. I’m already pretty tipsy, and I learn how to swirl, sniff, and pretend to know what I'm talking about.
4:00 PM: Cheese store! Okay, okay, now we're talking. A cheese shop smells of heaven. A huge block of cheese. The owner is charming and offers me sample after sample. If I weren't terrified of overeating, I'd buy everything, not just a small variety pack.
6:00 PM: I went back to the hotel to wait for the suitcase. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster.
7:00 PM: The suitcase arrives, finally! I’m so, so relieved. I start to unpack, feeling like I have won the lottery.
8:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel. Finally! Dinner at the hotel and some good food!
9:30 PM: Bed. I finally feel like I can truly enjoy my time in Avignon.
Day 3: Day Trip (Or, The Day I Almost Got Sunburnt)
9:00 AM: Breakfast. I eat. The hotel is amazing.
10:00 AM: Day trip to the Pont du Gard. Another beautiful place. I spent the day exploring this magnificent Roman aqueduct. The scale of it is impressive, and I spend far too long wondering how they built it. The sun is intense.
1:00 PM: Lunch. After, I find a cute restaurant, but I almost get sunburnt. I spend a lot of time in the shade.
4:00 PM: I return to the hotel and relax.
7:00 PM: Dinner at a fancy Restaurant. The perfect ending.
Day 4: Departure (Bittersweet)
9:00 AM: Breakfast. I'm starting to get attached to the hotel, the staff is so amazing.
10:00 AM: One more stroll through the city.
12:00 PM: Check out, which feels surprisingly emotional. I don't want to leave.
1:00 PM: Train to the airport.
3:00 PM: Flight home.
Final Thoughts:
Avignon, you were a whirlwind. A beautiful, slightly chaotic, wine-soaked whirlwind. I came with expectations, and you completely shattered them, in the best way possible. Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I pack a change of clothes in my carry-on next time? You bet your bottom dollar. And the croissant? Don't even get me started. I'm already dreaming of the next one.
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Hotel d'Angleterre, Avignon: The Real Deal FAQs (Because Let's Be Honest, You Need Answers!)
1. Okay, spill the tea: Is this place *really* as luxurious as the brochure says? Or is it just another fancy hotel playing dress-up?
Alright, honesty time. The brochure? It's *close*. Like, closer than your clingy ex-boyfriend close. The Hotel d'Angleterre is definitely aiming for luxury, and they hit the target... mostly. Think elegant, yes. Think stuffy, no. I'm talking plush velvet, original art, and bathrooms that could house a small family (and maybe a very confused tortoise).
But... (and there's always a but, isn't there?). The "luxury" doesn't feel sterile. It's got character. You know, the kind that comes from a building that's probably seen a fair few popes and maybe a secret tryst or two. The history seeps into the walls. In fact, I swear I could *feel* a lingering air of "been there, done that, seen hotter" in the hallways. It’s less about the price tag, more about the *feeling*. You understand?
2. The rooms... are they tiny shoeboxes, or can you actually, you know, *move* around?
Good question! Because let’s face it, European charm can sometimes mean "tiny as bloody hell". At the Hotel d'Angleterre, it's a delightful mix. Some rooms are, shall we say, *cozier* than others. I'm talking "romantic, intimate, with a slight risk of bumping into the bed during a midnight snack run" cozy. (Speaking from experience, ahem.)
However, the suites? Oh, the suites. These bad boys offer proper breathing room. Seriously, you could practically host a cocktail party in the living room. I'd recommend splurging on a suite if you can. You'll thank me later. Your knees will thank me. Your sanity will thank me.
3. Breakfast: What's the deal? Is it worth the extra euros? (Because those croissants had *better* be stellar.)
Listen, I'm a breakfast person. I judge hotels on their breakfast game. (Don't @ me). And the Hotel d'Angleterre? They don't disappoint. The croissants? *Chef's kiss*. Seriously, the best I've had outside of a Parisian patisserie. The coffee? Strong enough to wake you up after a night of (ahem) *exploring Avignon's nightlife*. The spread? Think fresh fruit, cheeses that make you weep with joy, and enough cured meats to feed a small army.
Is it worth it? Absolutely. It's a proper start to the day and sets the tone for the whole experience. Don't be a chintzy traveler! Treat yourself! Just pace yourself with those pastries... I learned the hard way.
4. The Staff: Are they snooty and pretentious like some fancy hotels? Or actually, you know, *helpful*?
Right, this is the big one. I'm allergic to pretension. The staff at the Hotel d'Angleterre? Surprisingly, delightfully *not* pretentious. Yes, they're professional. Yes, they're impeccably dressed. But they're also genuinely friendly, helpful and willing to put up with my atrocious French. I swear, the concierge saved my bacon (and my sanity) when I managed to lose my passport (ahem). The housekeeping staff were also incredibly attentive, and made the room feel special. (That’s important... you know... the little things)
Plus, they seem to *actually* enjoy their jobs. That matters. It creates a nice atmosphere. It's not just a job to them; it’s creating an experience. Now that’s something I can appreciate.
5. Location, Location, Location! Is it actually *convenient* for exploring Avignon, or are you stuck hoofing it for miles?
Oh. My. God. The location. It's *perfect*. Seriously, slam dunk perfect. You're right in the heart of Avignon, a stone's throw (literally, you could probably *throw* a stone) from the Palais des Papes. The shops? The restaurants? The charming little squares where you can sip rosé and people-watch until your eyes bleed (okay, maybe not bleed, but you get the idea)? All within easy walking distance.
No need for taxis or public transport. You stumble out of the hotel, and *BAM* – you're immersed in the magic of Avignon. Honestly, the location alone is worth the price of admission.
6. Let's talk downsides. What's the catch? Every hotel has a catch, right?
Okay, alright, there's *always* a catch. Here’s the nitty-gritty: the parking is a bit of a pain. Limited spaces and a tight squeeze. The walls aren’t exactly soundproof. You *might* hear your neighbor's snoring (or, you know, other nightly activities) if you're unlucky. Also, the prices, let's be honest, are on the higher end. But hey, you're paying for luxury, location, and an experience, right?
I'll be honest, the single biggest downside for me, and this is SUPER specific and might not bother anyone else, was... the air conditioning. The room got *freezing*. I mean, arctic explorer levels of cold. I had to sleep under approximately three blankets from a combination of room temperature and the fear I'd melt the ice sculptures I was apparently now living in. But, I guess that's better than roasting, right?
7. I'm a picky eater. Will I starve?
Definitely NOT. The breakfast buffet has something for everyone (seriously, I saw a kid devouring a plate of fruit and a grown man inhaling a mountain of bacon – both happy as clams). And the hotel is surrounded by restaurants catering to all tastes and budgets. Avignon is a foodie paradise! You'll be spoiled for choice.
Plus, if you're really, really picky, you can always raid the minibar. Although: be warned, my friend, the minibar prices will make your eyeballs water faster than a leaky faucet.
8. The bar. Do they make a decent cocktail, or is it just overpriced watered-down booze?
The bar is a *gem*. It's cozy, atmospheric, and the bartenders know what they're doing. The cocktails? Delicious. I recommend the Negroni; it’s a classic, and they do it right. Also, the local wines? Excellent choices. It's a perfect spot for a pre-dinner drink or a nightcap. The bar is actually pretty awesome.
My personal favorite? Sitting at the bar, chatting with the barman (who, by the way, had the patience of a saint and put up with my terrible French attempts at conversation), and soaking up the atmosphere. Pure bliss.
9. Okay, be honest: Would you go back?
Without a doubt. Absolutely.Urban Hotel Search
