Au Petit Vivoin: France's BEST-KEPT Secret? (You NEED to See This!)
Au Petit Vivoin: France's BEST-KEPT Secret? (You NEED to See This!)
Au Petit Vivoin: France's BEST-KEPT Secret? (You NEED to See This!) - A Messy, Honest Review
Okay, people, buckle up. I just got back from Au Petit Vivoin, and honestly? I'm still processing. The title? “France's BEST-KEPT Secret”? Well… let's just say it might be a little too well-kept for its own good, but in a good way, maybe? God, this is harder than it sounds! Alright, starting from the top…or maybe the bottom…
Accessibility & Safety (The Sensible Stuff… Mostly)
This is where I usually pretend to be organized. So, y'know, here's the "sensible" part. Yay.
- Accessibility: They claim to be wheelchair accessible. Hmm. Let’s just say, navigate cautiously. I think the main areas are, but I swear, I saw one ramp that was steeper than a Parisian taxi driver's attitude. (Accessibility - Wheelchair accessible): Okay, mostly, but bring your climbing harness!
- Safety, Safety, Safety!: Okay, on the bright side, this place is obsessed with cleanliness, and it's good. They've got it all: hand sanitizer (everywhere!), staff masked up and (mostly) knowledgeable about safety protocols. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection? Check. They even let you opt-out of room sanitization. Seriously, that's trust. I liked that.
- (Cleanliness and safety - Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment)
- Also, there's security – feels pretty safe.
- (Safety & Security: CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Non-smoking rooms, Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms, Security [24-hour])
Rooms & Comfort - My Room Felt Like a… Castle?
Alright, the rooms. This is where things get interesting. They advertise "Available in all rooms" a lot of stuff, and it's true, but this is a place with character, so let's talk about it.
- First off, Air Conditioning! Praise the lord, because summer in France… you know.
- (Available in all rooms, Air conditioning)
- The bed: Comfy enough though not the most luxurious.
- (Available in all rooms: Extra long bed, Linens)
- The view: I had a room with a view… of the courtyard. It was charming. (Available in all rooms: Window that opens)
- Bathrooms: Perfectly adequate. I mean, I didn't expect gold faucets or anything. But they had a bathtub! I am a sucker for a tub. Also, I'm pretty sure my bathroom was bigger than my first studio apartment. It just had an odd vibe.
- (Available in all rooms: Additional toilet, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Hair dryer, Private bathroom, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Toiletries, Towels)
- Internet (or lack thereof): Okay, here's the deal. They promise Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and Internet access – wireless. Technically true. But speed? Hmmm… let's just say you'll really connect with the concept of a "digital detox." Trying to upload a photo? Forget about it. Trying to stream? LOL. Embrace the peace, people. Seriously. The only time my phone connected was when I was on the terrace, and even then was a struggle. (Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas, Wi-Fi [free])
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking - Food, Glorious, Sometimes Oddly-Presented Food
Okay, food. This is where Au Petit Vivoin almost redeems itself for the internet situation (a very important point, because I'm addicted).
- Breakfast: The Breakfast [buffet] was good. Really good. I'm a sucker for eggs and pastries, and they did not disappoint. There was also an Asian breakfast. Huh. Anyway, I stuck with the croissants. (Dining, drinking, and snacking - Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Asian breakfast, Western breakfast)
- Lunch/Dinner: The restaurant is A la carte in restaurant, so it's pretty basic at the main restaurant. They also have a Poolside bar, which is awesome.
- (Dining, drinking, and snacking - A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant)
- Room service: They do Room service [24-hour] which is crucial when you're fighting jet lag and the urge to raid the mini-bar. I ordered something with a soup at 3 am and felt like royalty. (Dining, drinking, and snacking - Room service [24-hour])
- Cashless Payment: Good. It's a Cashless payment service.
Things to Do & Relaxing - More Than Just a Pretty View
- Spa/Wellness: Oh, the Spa! This is where Au Petit Vivoin really shines. The Pool with view is stunning, the Sauna is hot (in a good way!), and I could’ve spent all day lounging there. The Massages were also fantastic.
- (Things to do, ways to relax - Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor])
- Fitness Center: It was basic, but hey, it's there. I didn't use it. I was too busy eating pastries and getting massages.
- I didn’t see any Shrine. (Services and conveniences - Shrine)
Services and Conveniences – Mostly Convenient, Sometimes Slow
- Concierge: Efficient, but not overly friendly, kinda slow.
- (Services and conveniences - Concierge)
- Luggage storage: Yes! Very helpful, especially after a long train ride.
- (Services and conveniences - Luggage storage)
- Laundry service: Definitely needed after a week of croissants.
- (Services and conveniences - Laundry service, Dry cleaning, Ironing service)
- Meetings: They have Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery.
For the Kids
- Family/child friendly: They proclaim Family/child friendly, but it felt more aimed at couples. There were no kids running around and the place has a more quiet vibe.
- (For the kids - Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids meal, Kids facilities)
Getting Around - Easy, but with a Small Catch!
- They have Car park [free of charge].
- They have Taxi service.
My Final Verdict (Drumroll, Please…)
Look, Au Petit Vivoin isn't perfect. It's quirky. The internet is, let's say, "rustic." But the food, the spa, the vibe… it's a unique experience. It's not a cookie-cutter hotel, it's a place with a soul. It’s a place you could easily romanticize and enjoy, but, is France's BEST-KEPT Secret? Probably not. But maybe, just maybe, it's your best-kept secret. If you appreciate character over corporate gloss, if you crave a bit of peace and quiet, and you're willing to disconnect for a bit, then absolutely, go. Just pack a good book, and maybe a mobile hotspot, just in case.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a French fairytale… that’s probably got a few cobwebs and a wonky drawbridge. This isn't your polished travel brochure; this is me, unfiltered, in the heart of Au Petit Vivoin, France. Prepare for glorious chaos.
Au Petit Vivoin: My French Fiasco (I mean, Fabulous Adventure)
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and the Allure of the Croissant
- 6:00 AM (London Time): Woke up at the crack of dawn, fueled by instant coffee and the simmering dread of public transport. My luggage felt like a sentient grudge.
- 8:00 AM - 11:00 AM (Heathrow to Charles de Gaulle): The flight was thankfully uneventful, which is a victory in itself because I'm terrified of turbulence. The airport, on the other hand, was an event. Crowds, queues, and the vague feeling I was missing something important (probably my sanity) was my mood. Swear I saw a mime trying to sell duty-free perfume. The French…they're something alright.
- 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM (CDG to Le Mans by Train): Smooth sailing! Managed to navigate the train from Charles de Gaulle to Le Mans. This is where the real adventure began. And by adventure, I mean, I felt simultaneously thrilled and totally unprepared for the language barrier. My high school French is…rusty, to put it kindly. It’s the kind of rusty that requires a welding torch to bring back to life.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM (Le Mans to Vivoin – Taxi): Finally got a taxi and made my way to Vivoin. The French countryside… is a masterpiece. Rolling hills, charming villages, and the comforting scent of…well, I don't know what, but it's definitely French. My French driver, bless his heart, spoke about 3 words of English, which meant a lot of enthusiastic pointing and smiling. I think he said something about cheese. Made a mental note to grab cheese.
- 2:00 PM - 2:30 PM: Check-in at Au Petit Vivoin Gite: I was expecting charm, but honestly, this place blew my mind. It’s a glorious, tumbledown stone building bursting with flowers. It's rustic, it's wonky, and I'm already in love. The proprietress, a woman who could've been a character in a fairytale, greeted me with a smile and a torrent of French that I only half understood. I just smiled back, said “Oui, Oui!”, and hoped for the best.
- 2:30 PM - 3:00 PM: The first Real French Croissant: Seriously, heaven. It wasn't just the flaky, buttery goodness; it was the sheer French-ness of it all. I ate it with a cup of coffee, sitting on the tiny balcony of my gite, and felt a wave of perfect contentment. Worth the jetlag alone.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Exploring the Village: Got lost a bunch of times, found a quaint little church, and nearly tripped over a cat that seemed unimpressed by my presence. It was pure bliss.
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Panic-Buying French Phrases: Because, let's be real, my French is atrocious. Spent an hour furiously scribbling down essential phrases in a notebook, desperately hoping I wouldn’t accidentally order a horse’s foot for dinner.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: The Local Bistro: Found a small bistro that had a menu scrawled on a chalkboard. Pointed at something that looked vaguely edible and hoped for the best. It turned out to be a hearty stew that tasted like sunshine and happiness. The wine… I swear, I just looked at the bottle and felt a little bit tipsy.
- 7:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Attempted French Conversation: Tried to talk to the locals. Mostly succeeded in mangling the language and looking like an utter fool. But they were kind, and they laughed with me, not at me. I think they found me amusing. That's gotta count for something, right?
- 10:00 PM: Bedtime Bliss: Fell asleep, clutching my phrasebook, dreaming of croissants and a world where ordering food was a breeze.
Day 2: Markets, Mayhem, and the Majesty of the Chateau
- 9:00 AM: Sleep In! I slept in! That alone is a victory!
- 10:00 AM: The Vivoin Market: Okay, so this market was a total assault on the senses. Colors, smells, sounds… and crowds! I got completely lost in the maze of stalls. The vendors talked faster than a speeding train, and I came away with a basket full of stuff I didn't entirely understand, and a cheese so strong, it almost walked away on its own.
- 12:00 AM: Lunch near the Canal: Found this little restaurant near some type of old canal, and it wasn't fancy, but the food was authentic.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Chateau de Sillé-le-Guillaume: This place was incredible, a fairytale brought to life. Wandered around in awe. The architecture. The history.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Rambling Along the Canals The canals offered this incredible sense of peace, and if I could have stayed forever, I would have. I just walked along the canals and felt at total peace. My soul felt refreshed.
- 5:00 PM: The Croissant Conspiracy: I SWEAR, by Day 2, I was pretty sure they put something in those croissants. I'm addicted.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at the Bistro: Successfully ordered something I could identify, which earns me a gold star in my own book.
- 7:00 PM: Writing in a journal: While writing, I thought about how much I would miss this place.
- 10:00 PM: Bedtime: Slept so peacefully I didn't even need a sleeping pill!
Day 3: Goodbye, Au Petit Vivoin (With a Heavy Heart)
- 9:00 AM: The Last Croissant: I inhaled my last, glorious, buttery croissant. This needed to be savored.
- 10:00 AM: Last-Minute Souvenir Shopping: Grabbed a few more things at the Vivoin Market
- 11:00 AM: Check Out: Said a tearful goodbye to the gite. I'd grown attached to the uneven floorboards and the creaky staircase.
- 12:00 PM: Train Home: Took the train, had some last cheese, and was heading home. I felt like a changed person. I would never forget this, it was a perfect trip, a perfect memory, and I cherished it.
This trip wasn't perfect. I stumbled over words, I got lost, I ate cheese that could probably curdle milk from a mile away. But it was real. It was messy. It was funny. And it was, without a doubt, the best kind of adventure. Au Petit Vivoin, you crazy, beautiful place, I'll be back. Eventually. Maybe. After I brush up on my French. Wish me luck.
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Okay, spill the beans: What ACTUALLY is Au Petit Vivoin? Is it REALLY a secret? (I’m already suspicious.)
Alright, alright, settle down, eager beaver. Au Petit Vivoin? It's *supposed* to be France’s best-kept secret. And yeah, it kind of IS, in a frustrating, "Oh, I wish I could find it easily" kind of way. Think of it as a tiny, adorable village nestled in the middle of… well, I’m not entirely sure *where* exactly. That’s part of the charm, and the problem. It's definitely charming, though. Picture cobblestone streets, houses that look like they've been there since the Renaissance (and probably have), and the smell of fresh bread practically baking itself into your soul. Is it really a secret? Well, it's not plastered all over Instagram like that stupid Eiffel Tower selfie. Which, honestly, is a *blessing*.
So, how DO you actually *get* to this mythical Au Petit Vivoin? I’m not afraid of a challenge, but I don’t want to end up in a muddy field.
Ugh, the journey, *the journey*. See, that's the thing. Getting there is part of the adventure, and also a potential nightmare. You'll probably need a car. GPS? Bless your heart. Mine went haywire about halfway there, and I swear I saw a sign pointing me *specifically* towards a cow pasture. (I may have taken that path. It was scenic, if you like cows.) Honestly? The directions online are… vague. “Follow the winding road… past the ancient oak tree…” Thanks, Captain Obvious. My advice? Print out several maps, learn some basic French phrases (like, “Excuse me, where the heck am I?”), and pack your patience. And maybe a backup phone charger. Seriously.
Alright, fine, I'll deal with the drive. But once I'm THERE, what’s the BIG DEAL? What's there to DO?
Okay, here's where it gets good. There’s… a surprising amount to do, actually, considering it’s basically a postcard brought to life. Firstly, *breathe*. The air is different. Cleaner. More… French. Walk. Just wander around, and lose yourself. Seriously. That’s the core. You can visit that tiny church with the wonky steeple (it's charming, not scary, I swear). There's a little artisan bakery where the croissants will change your life (I'm not exaggerating, I'm *still* dreaming of them). There are cafes with tables spilling onto the square, perfect for people-watching (the real French, not the Paris pretenders). And potentially, if you're *really* lucky, a local market, bursting with cheeses and charcuterie that’ll make your tastebuds weep tears of joy. Oh, and a vintage bookstore! Which I spent HOURS in. Didn’t understand a word, but the smell of old paper! Bliss.
Tell me MORE about the food! I live to eat. Do I just have to sneak into a bakery?
Okay, food! This is where Au Petit Vivoin really shines. *That* bakery is the gold standard. But beyond that, you have hidden gems. The *crêperie* is a must – the galettes are savory little masterpieces. There’s a restaurant (one, maybe two?) that, I'm reliably informed, serves (I was late and couldn't get a table the first time) amazing regional dishes. Think rustic, hearty, and made with ingredients that were probably plucked from the garden that morning. And the cheese shops! OMG, the cheese shops. Don't go if you're on a diet. Just don't. You'll break. I broke. Twice. The wine? Don’t ask. Just… drink it. And maybe buy a LOT to take home. You’ll regret it if you don’t.
Is it touristy? Or is it actually…authentic? That is THE question!
Here's the glorious thing: it's remarkably UN-touristy, *thank goodness*. Sure, you'll probably see a few other lost souls like yourself, squinting at maps and wondering how they got there. But it’s not overrun with souvenir shops and overpriced cafes. The charm lies in its realness. The locals? They're… well, they're *French*. (Which can be an experience in itself.) They might be a bit reserved at first, but be polite, try your (terrible) French, and you'll probably find them kind and helpful. It's a place where life moves at a slower pace, where the focus isn't on *you*, the tourist, but on just... living. And that's the magic.
Okay, you've *almost* convinced me. What’s the downside? Are there any REAL drawbacks?!
Alright, the bad news. The Wi-Fi situation is… *problematic*. Prepare to unplug. And if you're expecting nightlife? Forget it. This isn't Ibiza. This is… early to bed, early to rise, hear the rooster crow kind of place. Also, finding a decent hotel is a challenge. Book *well* in advance, or be prepared to stay in a *chambre d'hôte* that looks suspiciously like someone's grandmother's spare room. (Which, honestly, could be part of the charm, or a total disaster. Depends on your grandmother-room tolerance level.) Finally, be prepared to deal with the French. They can be… direct. Don’t be surprised if you get a withering look for ordering a latte. But, honestly, it's worth it. Just take a deep breath and embrace the chaos, the mess, the imperfectness. Because that's where the magic truly lies.
Okay, let’s talk about that *chambre d'hôte*. Tell me more about a *crappy* experience.
Oh, buddy, let me tell you about *one* chambre d'hôte! Okay, it looked charming in the picture. Stone walls, antique furniture, the works. I get there, after driving for what felt like a millennia (thanks, GPS!), and... it's not exactly what I expected. The "antique" furniture? Mostly wobbly. The "stone walls"? A bit… damp. The bed? Oh, *that bed*. It was like sleeping on a trampoline made of rocks. The shower? Tiny. The water pressure? Non-existent. The breakfast? One dry croissant and a tiny cup of coffee. But here's the thing: the woman running it? She was delightful! Eccentric, maybe, but delightful. She didn't speak a lick of English, and my French was, shall we say, *basic*. But we managed to communicate, mostly through gestures and laughter. And you know what? Despite the awful bed and the borderline non-existent shower, I loved it. Because it was *real*. It was a slice of authentic, imperfect French life. It made me laugh. And yes, I secretly took a photo of the bed. Just for posterity. The point is, don't expect perfection. Au Petit Vivoin isn't about luxury. It's about experience, and that includes the bad as well as the good. It's about the stories... and trust me, I've got one about *that damn bed*Sydney's Hidden Gem: Clansman Motel (NS) - Unbeatable Comfort!
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