Escape to Paradise: Auberge de la Calanque, Lavandou's Hidden Gem
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because we're about to dive headfirst into the chaotic, beautiful, and utterly irresistible world of Escape to Paradise: Auberge de la Calanque, Lavandou's supposed "Hidden Gem." And by the way, I'm not just spewing PR fluff here, I'm talking real, messy, "just back from vacation and still smelling of sunscreen and Aperol spritz" experience.
Let's get this messy review party started, shall we?
Accessibility - The Initial Hurdle (and How They (Mostly) Clear It):
Okay, here's the deal: "Hidden Gem" often translates to "slightly treacherous to get to." And while I'm not a wheelchair user myself, I made a point of trying to suss out the accessibility for this review. Wheelchair accessible is a checkbox, and they claim to have it. Claim. From what I gathered, it's a bit like that friend who says they're always on time, but reality… well, let's just say there might be some steps, some uneven paths, and a general "French charm" of historical buildings that aren't always perfectly adapted. Elevator is listed as a feature, which is a HUGE plus.
The Vibe: Relax, Ditch the News, Breathe… and Maybe Overeat:
This place. It's aiming for "rustic chic meets seaside escape." And, honestly, it’s mostly nailing it. Think whitewashed walls, the scent of the sea, and a general sense of, "finally, I can just… be." It’s a place to unplug (or at least pretend to), which means you can forget about screaming children and endless meetings.
But there's more to this “escape to paradise” than meets the eye.
Rooms, Glorious Rooms… and Wi-Fi (Blessedly Free in All Rooms!):
Okay, let's cut to the chase: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! It's a godsend. Seriously, I had flashbacks to hotels charging five bucks for basic internet. The rooms themselves? They're well-appointed, if not necessarily groundbreaking. They have that French Riviera thing going: Air conditioning is a MUST, thank God. Blackout curtains are a lifesaver when you're battling jet lag and the urge to wander.
Additional Toilet is an option and I was very pleased to see that, especially after a week travelling around Europe and sharing bathrooms with a couple of friends.
I appreciated the little touches – the slippers, fluffy towels, and complimentary tea. I also spent an embarrassing amount of time admiring the bathrobes.
Food Glorious Food (with a Side of My Own Gluttony):
Alright, let's get real. This is where Auberge de la Calanque really shines.
Breakfast [buffet]: Honestly, the breakfast. I'm not even a huge breakfast person, but this buffet… chef's kiss. Mountains of fresh croissants, pain au chocolat (obviously), local preserves, cold cuts, and fruit galore. I have a confession… I’m a glutton. I just couldn’t resist a Western breakfast.
Restaurants: The a la carte in the restaurant is seriously good. I could’ve done with a salad or two, as I’m sure my waistline could have as well, but the food was amazing overall.
- Poolside bar: This bar is where I found myself most days, enjoying an afternoon happy hour.
Dinner: The food here. Pure bliss. I gorged myself on local seafood, pasta, and all the French staples.
Snack bar - Perfect for grabbing a quick bite.
The restaurants have Asian cuisine in restaurant and International cuisine in restaurant, which I tried and was very pleasantly surprised at.
Ways to Relax (Because, You Know, It's the Point):
This is where Auberge really gets the "Escape to Paradise" bit right.
Swimming Pool (Outdoor): Stunning. Seriously, the views alone are worth the price of admission. I practically lived in it.
Spa/Sauna: I didn't personally try the Sauna, Spa, or Steamroom, but the reports filtering back were overwhelmingly positive.
- Body scrub and Body wrap: I am considering one of these treatments on my return as this is something I hadn’t experienced before now.
Gym/fitness: Yes, they have a fitness center. I intended to use it. I think. But the pool… the food… the general relaxation factor… let's just say my workout gear stayed packed.
Massage: After a week of exploring, a massage was my top priority. This was the perfect way to get the blood flowing and relax the muscles. Pure bliss!
Safety and Cleanliness (Because, You Know, 2024):
They take this seriously. I saw Hand sanitizer everywhere. Anti-viral cleaning products are used. The staff seemed conscientious about wearing masks and cleaning, and there are physical distancing measures. Room sanitization opt-out available.
The Quirks (Because No Paradise is Perfect…):
The Service: Mostly great, but with that charming French "relaxed" attitude. No urgent needs, just pure enjoyment.
Parking: Free, which is always a win in the South of France, but it can get a bit tight. Car park [on-site].
Things to Do (Besides Doing Absolutely Nothing - Which is Also an Option):
Lavandou is lovely. Exploring the nearby beaches, and charming villages is a good way to get around.
The Verdict:
Escape to Paradise: Auberge de la Calanque is a genuinely lovely place. Is it perfect? No. Is it worth it? Absolutely.
It's a place for indulgence, relaxation, and that feeling of "I've finally arrived, and I'm not doing anything but enjoying myself."
The Messy, Honest, Human Offer:
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Complimentary Welcome Drink, and Bottle of wine from the region.
Daily Breakfast Included (because you deserve to start your day with croissants!)
2 x 60-Minute Relaxing Massages (escape the stress of everyday life).
Complimentary Dinner at our renowned restaurants, plus access to all facilities included in your stay.
Enjoy free Wi-Fi throughout the property
Take advantage of our private beach and pool access
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my chaotic, utterly imperfect, and hopefully hilarious trip to Auberge De La Calanque in Le Lavandou. This isn't a pristine travel brochure, this is life, with all the spilled coffee and existential dread woven right in.
Day 1: Arrival, Blissful Confusion & the Great Bag Debacle
- Morning (8:00 AM): Ah, Nice Airport. Or should I say, "Nice Nightmare." I thought I'd packed light. (Spoiler: I hadn't.) My behemoth suitcase was already threatening mutiny at baggage claim. Anxiety: 6/10. Anticipation: 9/10. Mainly for the promise of rosé.
- Morning (9:30 AM): Rental car. Another French car. The lady looked at me like I was a particularly large, awkward croissant when I failed to parallel park on the first try. "C'est…difficile," she sighed dramatically. I'm sensing a theme here.
- Late Morning (11:30 AM): The Drive. Oh, the drive! Winding roads, blinding sunshine, and a near-miss with a rogue bicycle. The coastal views were breathtaking. Seriously, drop-dead gorgeous. I almost careened off a cliff gawking at a turquoise bay. Worth it? Probably not to the car, but DEFINITELY worth it to me.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Found a teeny, tiny café overlooking a beach. Ordered a "salade niçoise" that was heavenly. Seriously, the anchovies tasted like sunshine and the tomatoes burst with flavor. I think I'm in love. With the salad, the café, and… well, okay, maybe with the idea of romanticizing THIS entire goddamn trip.
- Afternoon (2:30 PM): Arrival at Auberge De La Calanque. I squealed when I saw it. It's even MORE charming in person! Stone walls, bougainvillea spilling everywhere, the sound of the sea… I felt instant peace… until I realized my suitcase was STILL MISSING. Apparently, it went on a scenic tour of Nice while I sped towards the hotel. Commence frantic phone calls, tearful pleas for help, and a severe lack of underwear. Anxiety: 9/10 (and rising). The receptionist, bless her heart, was supremely unconcerned (as is often the case with French people, lol). She suggested a glass of rosé to "calm the nerves." Genius.
- Early Evening (5:00 PM): Found myself staring at the water in a blissful state of mild shock. This place is a dream. The sea! The colours! The sunset!
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner at the hotel's restaurant. The waiter (who looked suspiciously like a young Alain Delon) brought out a platter of fresh seafood. Had a 'bouillabaisse' and it was so delicious that I almost forgot about the missing bag. Almost. I had a moment when I thought that maybe the bag was just a weird way to make the adventure bigger.
- Night (9:00 PM): Stumbled back to my room (which, thankfully, had a bed and a beautiful view) feeling incredibly full, slightly tipsy, and utterly exhausted. Ready to get myself a good sleep, and hopefully the luggage will come back soon.
Day 2: The Beach, The Bag Drama, & My Personal Existential Crisis
- Morning (8:00 AM): Woke up to the sound of seagulls and the sun streaming in. Ahh, the joys of vacation. But it was quickly offset by the memory of the missing suitcase. Contacted the airline for an update. (Spoiler: still MIA.) Anxiety: 8/10. The rosé buzz had worn off.
- Breakfast (9:00 AM): Sat on the terrace, watching the waves, and trying to eat my croissant without dripping butter everywhere. Failed miserably. French people are so graceful. I am not.
- Morning (10:00 AM): Finally, I actually took my backside to the beach! Spent the whole morning on the beach. The water was perfect, clear, and refreshing. The sun was warm on my skin, and the sound of the waves lulled me into a serene state.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Headed back to the hotel for lunch. The seafood was amazing. The views were wonderful. The food was impeccable. But still no suitcase.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): The bag is still missing, and my mood has crashed. I even cried a little (okay, maybe a lot) in the shower. Packed 2 sets of clothes, which were enough for me to take on a trip like this one.
- Afternoon (5:00 PM): Walked to the village. Looked for more clothes. Couldn't find anything. Found a cute little shop, bought a scarf, and came back.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Tried some local food, and finally relaxed. It was perfect.
- Night (9:00 PM): Went back to the room, and realized that I was fine. Started thinking about everything I have, and how incredibly lucky I am to be in a paradise like this.
Day 3: Sailing, Sunburns, and the Triumph (and Failure) of the Human Spirit
- Morning (9:00 AM): The sun's out!
- Morning (10:00 AM): Sailing! The sailing trip was amazing! The captain was a gruff, salty old sea dog named Jean-Pierre. Jean-Pierre told of storms, and other stuff!
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Back on land. Took a chance and ate some food.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): The bag still hadn't turned up. I decided to stop caring.
- Afternoon (5:00 PM): Wandered aimlessly through Le Lavandou, soaking in the sights and smells. Found a tiny art gallery and bought a postcard of a cat wearing a beret. (Artistic inspiration, you see.)
- Evening (7:00 PM): Went for food
- Night (9:00 PM): Back to the room to sleep. And I slept like a baby.
Day 4: Departure (and the Bag's Grand Finale)
- Morning (8:00 AM): One last breakfast on the terrace. The air feels different.
- Morning (9:00 AM): Packed (again, as if I had anything to pack).
- Lunch (12:00 PM): Had a very generous lunch. Ate plenty of food.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Bag?
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): At the airport.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Home.
Well, there you have it! A messy, imperfect, and utterly authentic account of my French Riviera adventure. Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I pack lighter? Probably not. But the memories, the food, the questionable fashion choices… they're all part of the story. And honestly? That's what makes life beautiful.
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Okay, so, is this place *actually* paradise? Don't lie to me.
Paradise? Look, I'm not going to feed you some pre-packaged, Instagram-filtered version. Paradise is complicated. It's got sand in your shoes, seagulls squawking at dawn, and the constant, delicious threat of running out of rosé. But... *yes*. Yes, the Auberge de la Calanque gets pretty darn close. The location is a showstopper – literally. You're perched right on the edge, the water's so clear you can practically taste the salt. One morning, I swear, I woke up and saw a dolphin *right* outside my window. It wasn't a dream! (Though, I had a suspiciously strong craving for pain au chocolat right after… correlation, causation? Who knows!)
But it's not *perfect*. The stairs... oh god, the stairs. More on that later.
The 'Hidden Gem' bit... is it actually hidden? Or just cleverly marketed?
Hidden? Well, you won't trip over it. It's definitely off the beaten path, tucked away at the bottom of a seriously scenic, and dare I say, *challenging* hill. My first impression was, and I quote myself here, "Holy mother of… stairs!" Seriously, pack light. Or, better yet, bribe a strapping young porter with a bottle of that aforementioned rosé. But the payoff? Totally worth the leg workout. You *feel* like you've discovered something secret, something special, away from the usual tourist crush. And yes, it's true a lot of other people seem to have found it too.
Let's talk food. Is the cuisine at the Auberge as good as the view? (And, more importantly, is it worth the climb?)
Okay, deep breaths. The food. It's not 'good', it's *phenomenal*. The chef? A culinary magician. Think fresh seafood, bursting with flavor, cooked with a touch of Provencal magic. I had a sea bass there that still haunts my dreams. Seriously. It was flaky, buttery, and practically *sung* on my tongue. The bouillabaisse? Forget about it. My ex-boyfriend tried to get the recipe (we’d had a falling out, so, you know… spite was a motivator), but was politely but firmly denied. Worth it for the view? I'd crawl up the stairs on my hands and knees for a plate of their spaghetti with clams. And I *hate* climbing stairs.
Tell me *everything* about the rooms. Were they clean? Was the bed comfy? And, um, what's the bathroom situation like?
The rooms? Picture this... Rustic, charming, and with a view that will make your jaw drop. Okay, I'm not going to lie, they aren't the Hilton, but charm wins out. Imagine, the windows open and the sound of the waves gently tapping the shore. It's not "sterile-clean", it's "lived-in-and-loved" clean. The beds? Comfortable enough to make you want to stay in them all day. I did. One day. The bathroom? Functional, clean, but not outrageously spacious. The important part - the *showers* are good. No dribbles. The water is hot. But, again, don't come expecting the mega-resort experience. Embrace the French "je ne sais quoi" – it’s all part of the magic. My advice? Focus on that balcony and the view.
About those stairs... We NEED to talk about the stairs. How bad are they *really*? Be honest.
Okay, here we go. The stairs. The *staircase of doom*. I’m not exaggerating. The stairs are the price you pay for paradise. Let's be honest. Think of them as a "pre-dinner appetizer," only you're paying with your aching calves. There are a *lot* of them. A *lot*. They twist and turn, they go up and down… it's a cardiovascular workout disguised as a scenic stroll.
The first day, I practically collapsed at the top, gasping for breath like a landed fish. My luggage weighed approximately a thousand pounds (thanks, duty free!). Second day? Slightly better. By the end of the trip, I’d mentally prepared myself and was getting pretty good at it, although, I still needed a glass of wine at the top every time. Third day? I found a shortcut. Shhh.
My absolute top tip? Pace yourself. Don't try to sprint up. Take breaks. Admire the view (it's a great excuse). And pack light, for the love of all that is holy. And befriend one of the staff - they might just help you with your suitcase!
Let’s just say, I’m now considering a stair-climbing machine at home. Thank you Auberge de la Calanque, I guess.
Did you have any (or many) negative experiences? Be real.
Okay, let’s be balanced. It wasn't all sunshine and sea bass – though, that sea bass was like, 90% of the experience. My biggest gripe? The Wi-Fi. Spotty. Miserable. Prepare to disconnect. Honestly, I see it as a feature. You’re *forced* to relax. No emails, no constant social media doomscrolling. But if you *need* to be online, it's a problem. Also, the service... a little uneven at times. They're run on the "relaxed Mediterranean time" and sometimes it takes a bit.
But I'm nitpicking. There was a time when I wanted to ask the waiter if they had any gluten-free options. I ended up having a conversation with him about how I had too much pizza the night before. I think he forgot my water. The fact that I remember this proves how few negatives there actually were.
If these little things are going to ruin your trip, then maybe this place isn't for you. But honestly, the beauty of the place and the amazing food are enough to make me forget a small amount of service issues.
What about the people? Were the other guests cool?
The other guests... mostly charming, a few that were a little… let's say *loud*. You get a mix, and that's part of the fun. A lot of couples, a scattering of families (watch out for the screaming kids on the beach!), and a few solo travelers (like me). I met a lovely elderly couple who were celebrating their 50th anniversaryStayin The Heart
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