Rent a REAL Castle in France: Your Fairytale Getaway Awaits!
Rent a REAL Castle in France: Your Fairytale Getaway Awaits! - A Review (With a Sprinkle of Reality)
Alright, listen up, princesses and knights (and everyone in between!), because I just got back from a stay that almost made me believe in magic. We're talking about Rent a REAL Castle in France: Your Fairytale Getaway Awaits! and let me tell you, it's a trip. Buckle up, because this ain't your average hotel review. Expect some rambling, the occasional tangent, and a whole lotta honesty.
First things first: Accessibility. This is where we hit the first tiny speed bump. They mention facilities for disabled guests, but the specific details are… well, wanting. No explicit mention of wheelchair accessibility, so I’d encourage you to call and grill them on this if it matters. This is super important because, you know, the whole "castle" thing probably means some stairs. I'm going to assume a solid "maybe" on that front, leaning towards "not ideal."
The Good Stuff (and the Slightly Less Good Stuff):
Okay, let's dive into the glorious bits. The feeling of the place is just… something else. Pure, unadulterated, historical grandeur. Think soaring ceilings, tapestries, and enough chandeliers to make Liberace blush.
Rooms & Amenities:
Now, the rooms themselves? Magnificent. I opted for a room with a bathtub. and let me tell you, that soaking tub after a long day of… castle-ing (yes, it's a verb now) was heaven. My room had everything detailed in the Available in all rooms section. The internet? Yeah, they have it, and the Wi-Fi [free] worked like a charm. This is crucial, by the way, because you need to Insta-story the heck out of this place. Especially that view from the window; my room had an open window and it was just wonderful. My friend said it had a window that opens. It's the small details that really matter.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking:
This is where things get interesting. They have restaurants, plural! And a bar! I love a bar. Let's talk about food. The Asian cuisine in restaurant, wasn't really my cup of tea. However, the Western cuisine in restaurant was fabulous, the International cuisine in restaurant was excellent, and there was a Vegetarian restaurant, so everyone is catered for. The Breakfast in room, was a dream, served alongside a bottle of water and coffee/tea in restaurant. The Snack bar, was great for a quick refill. The Poolside bar, I am a complete devotee. I had some of the best cocktails.
But here’s my confession: I didn’t get to sample everything. I blame the castle. You know, exploring, taking photos, pretending you're royalty… it took a lot of my time.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax (aka, My Happy Place):
Oh, the ways to relax! This place offers serious pampering. They have a Spa! And within the spa, a Sauna, a Steamroom, the works. I doubled down on the Massage and let me tell you, I emerged a new person. Seriously, I was a puddle of bliss. Then, you can visit the Fitness center, the Gym/fitness. They have a Pool with view, the most beautiful location, I just wanted to swim for hours.
Cleanliness and Safety:
Okay, this is a big one, especially these days. They're putting in the work. They have Hand sanitizer everywhere, Staff trained in safety protocol, and they’re using Anti-viral cleaning products. I saw Daily disinfection in common areas throughout the entire grounds. They even offered Room sanitization opt-out available – which is great, in case you're one of those people who just wants to roll around in the (perfectly clean) castle dust. The fact that they're taking Cashless payment service is a bonus.
Services and Conveniences:
The Concierge was super helpful with a few local recommendations. They also offer Daily housekeeping which is very convenient. The Laundry service helped with my dirty laundry!
For the Kids:
I don't have any kids, but I can see how this place would be a blast for a family. There are Kids facilities, and they offer a Babysitting service, meaning you can actually enjoy your royal escape without worrying about, well, the little royals.
Getting Around, Checking In, and General Practicalities:
The Check-in/out [express] was super easy. The Car park [free of charge] was a huge plus. They also have a Airport transfer, which is convenient.
The Anecdote (Because Life's Messy):
So, I'm in the dining room. Massive, ornate, everything you'd imagine. I'm attempting to gracefully navigate a mountain of pastries at the buffet (a pretty impressive Breakfast [buffet] by the way). Suddenly, I trip. And almost take out a table laden with (expensive-looking) china. I swear, time slowed down. I braced myself for the crash, the embarrassment… and then, I caught myself. Somehow. I blame the strong coffee. The point is, even in a castle, life happens. And thankfully, I didn't smash anything beyond my pride.
The Quirky Observation:
Did I mention the hallways? They stretch for miles. You could probably host a marathon in them. Just saying.
The Emotional Takeaway:
This place? It's special. It's a splurge, for sure. But it's an experience. Feeling like royalty, even briefly, is a powerful thing. Don’t expect perfection. Expect charm, history, and a healthy dose of magic. Be sure to take advantage of the proposal spot!
My Verdict:
Highly Recommended. Just… prepare for the occasional (charming) imperfection.
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The Offer (Because, You Know, Capitalism):
Stop Dreaming, Start Living Your Fairytale!
Escape the ordinary and unlock the magic of a real French castle! Rent a REAL Castle in France offers an unparalleled getaway, combining historical grandeur with modern comforts. 🏰
Here's what awaits you:
- Unforgettable Experiences: Explore majestic grounds, indulge in luxurious spa treatments, and dine on exquisite cuisine in ancient chambers.
- Rooms fit for Royalty: Revel in beautifully appointed rooms with modern amenities, including free Wi-Fi, soaking tubs, and stunning views.
- Stress-Free Stay: Enjoy impeccable service, attentive staff, and rigorous safety protocols to ensure a worry-free escape.
Special Offer:
Book your stay now and receive a complimentary bottle of champagne upon arrival and a 10% discount on spa treatments! Valid for stays booked before [Date - give a date].
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Okay, buckle up, Buttercup. We’re not just going to France, we're colonizing a castle in Givet. Forget the perfectly curated Instagram feeds. This is gonna be a beautiful, chaotic mess. Let's dive in… (deep breath)
Operation: Castle Conquest – Givet, France (and the unraveling of my sanity)
Day 1: Arrival. Or, the Day I Questioned My Life Choices.
- Morning (roughly): Fly into Charles de Gaulle. "Oh, how romantic," I thought, sipping lukewarm coffee. It wasn't. Airport chaos. Lost luggage (already!). Found it! The smell of croissants almost redeemed everything. Almost.
- Afternoon: Car rental. The French drive like they're auditioning for a demolition derby. Mercifully, managed to not crash the rental car (yet). The GPS lady is passive-aggressive. "Recalculating… are you sure you want to go that way, chérie?" Yes, GPS lady, I am. And I hate you a little bit.
- Evening: Arrive at the Chateau de… something. (I'll be honest, I was too busy fumbling for the key to pay attention to the actual name. Let's call it "Chateau-of-Dreams-and-Imminent-Doom.") The castle is… magnificent. Majestic. Utterly, completely, overwhelmingly… COLD. Seriously, is there a furnace in this place? I'm pretty sure I saw my breath inside. The realtor promised "historic charm." I'm pretty sure she meant "historic drafts." Unpacking in a medieval dungeon feels like a rite of passage into hypothermia.
- Dinner: A quick trip to the town, the local Bistro (a bustling little place). It was absolutely amazing. Sat at a table near the bar and watched the locals do their thing. The French are charming, it's hard to explain. They have this way of just being. You just sit and enjoy the evening, the wine, the conversations. I also had a plate of French onion soup, which I will tell you now, changed me.
Day 2: Ramparts and Regrets (and a near-death experience with a baguette).
- Morning: Explore the castle… slowly. Like, really slowly. We're talking glacial pace. Each room is bigger than my entire apartment. Finding the bathroom is a Herculean task. There are gargoyles that look like they're judging me. The sheer scale of this place is bonkers. Wondering how many ghosts are lurking. Feeling like Belle. Except, without the Prince. And with a chronic fear of spiders.
- Afternoon: Attempt to conquer the town of Givet. It's gorgeous, though. Walking the ramparts. Apparently, Napoleon slept here. I'm more impressed by the baguette I snagged from the boulangerie. It was perfection. Until I almost choked on a crumb. The French take their bread seriously. I almost died for a baguette. Truly.
- Evening: Dinner at the Chateau (finally!). The kitchen is… well, let's just say it's more rustic than I anticipated. Cook a simple meal. Burned the garlic bread (surprise!). Drink copious amounts of wine to numb the cold and the existential dread of my life choices. Stare at the stars. They're unbelievably beautiful. Feel a flicker of… happiness? Maybe? Or just the wine. Who cares?
Day 3: Verdun and the Unbearable Lightness of Being Cold
- Morning: Road trip to Verdun, the site of the infamous World War I battle. It was sobering, a real gut punch. I'm not going to pretend I understood the history. But the vastness of the cemeteries, the sheer number of lives lost… it hits you hard. The silence in those fields is deafening.
- Afternoon: Back to the castle. Still cold. Seriously contemplating setting up a bonfire in the living room. (Probably a fire hazard. But tempting). Wander around the castle. Try to imagine the lords and ladies that lived there. Feel like a total fraud.
- Evening: Managed to light a fire in a fireplace (miracle!). It's smoky, but warmish. Write in my journal. Complain extensively about the cold. Decide to embrace the medieval vibes and start wearing a cloak (a very stylish, but ultimately ineffective, cloak).
Day 4: Biking Through the Ardennes, and the Existential Dread Returns.
- Morning: Rent bikes. Decide to be active. Bike through the Ardennes forest. The scenery is breathtaking. Actually, breathtaking. As in, the hills. The hills are brutal. I swear, I saw a family of squirrels laughing at my attempts to pedal uphill.
- Afternoon: Picnic lunch in a field. The cheese is amazing. The wine is even better. Lie on the grass, staring at the clouds. Think about nothing. Realize that thinking about nothing is actually harder than it sounds. My brain is a hamster wheel of anxious thoughts.
- Evening: Attempt to host a dinner party for the few friends who joined us. (Who were brave, that's for sure!) The food is questionable, a combination of French ingredients and my questionable cooking skills. Drink more wine. Tell terrible jokes. Laugh a lot. Feel a brief, fleeting pang of genuine joy. Briefly. The cold returns.
Day 5: Market Day Mayhem and the Quest for Warmth
- Morning: Market day in Givet! The colors, the smells, the jostling crowds… it's sensory overload in the best way. Buy a ridiculous amount of cheese, pastries, and things I don't need but absolutely have to have. Attempt to haggle (fail miserably. The French are masters).
- Afternoon: Back to the castle. Desperate measures now. Build a fort out of blankets in front of the fireplace. Watch a terrible movie. Eat chocolate. Question the meaning of life. Consider moving to the Bahamas.
- Evening: Actually manage to cook a decent meal. (Victory!). Sit by the fire. Talk about life, love, and the alarming lack of central heating in this magnificent, drafty castle. Watch the stars. They're still beautiful. The cold, however, is relentless.
Day 6: Farewell France, and the promise of a long, hot bath at home.
- Morning: Attempt to pack. Realize I've accumulated more souvenirs than I have space for. Curse myself for buying that ridiculously large, yet utterly necessary, beret.
- Afternoon: Final walk around the castle. Say a reluctant goodbye. Feel a strange, unexpected pang of sadness. Maybe it's the wine talking. Or maybe, just maybe, I've fallen a little bit in love with this chaotic, beautiful, freezing castle.
- Evening: Drive back to the airport. The GPS lady is back. She's still passive-aggressive. I hate her a little less this time. Land. Realize I forgot to buy souvenirs for my family. Start planning my next trip to Givet. Have a truly amazing bath.
Final thought: This trip was a disaster. It was perfect. It was a mess. It was everything. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Except maybe central heating. And a baguette that doesn't try to kill me. Godspeed!
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So, you can actually *rent* a castle in France? Like, a real, pointy-roofed, drawbridge-optional castle? Is this some kind of elaborate scam?
Okay, *breathe*. Yes, you absolutely can. And no, it's (usually) not a scam. I mean, I had the same thought! My initial reaction? "There's *no way* I’m going to be able to afford a castle." But browsing these websites… it's real. I mean, some are *insanely* expensive. Think, "winning the lottery or selling my internal organs" expensive. But then… you find some… gems. You know? Castles that are surprisingly… doable. Think: "two weeks of saving and eating ramen" doable. I’m talking chateaus with turrets, moats (maybe!), and definitely a history that’ll make your jaw drop. Get ready to feel like royalty… on a budget. Or at least, a *slightly* less broke royalty. I'm currently still saving, but I'm getting there! The dream is alive!
Alright, sold. But what actually *comes* with the castle? Do I need to bring my own knights and a dragon?
Hahaha, oh, if only! While a fire-breathing dragon (and knights, for that matter) would be *epic*, you'll generally get a fully furnished castle. Think grand bedrooms with antique furniture (probably NOT from IKEA!), kitchens, living rooms, and often gardens. Seriously, gardens! Sometimes you get a swimming pool, a tennis court (because, why not?), and maybe… just maybe… a resident ghost (fingers crossed!). I actually read a review about a castle with a *very* active ghost. Apparently, he was a grumpy old count and kept slamming doors at three in the morning. It was terrifying and hilarious at the same time. The best part? The reviewer (a woman) said she loved it! Said it added to the "authenticity." Well, more power to her. I'm still not sure I can handle a grumpy ghost, myself. And definitely no dragons. Insurance wouldn't cover that, I'm sure.
What's the deal with the cleaning? Do I need to scrub the floors of a goddamn castle? Because, honestly, no.
Okay, listen. This is a *crucial* question. You're paying a LOT of money, right? So, usually – and I stress *usually* – cleaning is included. Sometimes, there's daily housekeeping. Sometimes, it's a one-off before you arrive and after you leave. Do *not* assume anything. Read the fine print. READ. THE. FINE. PRINT. I once almost booked a gorgeous place with a seriously misleading description – "cleaning services available!". Turns out, it meant "you can pay extra." And EXTRA was NOT in my budget. So now, I read the details *religiously*. Check for things like linen changes, trash removal, and if they provide those tiny, overpriced soaps. Because let’s be honest, sometimes those tiny soaps are the only sign of luxury we get! And for God's sake, if they *don't* clean, make sure you're cool with that, because trust me, nobody wants to clean a castle. Absolutely nobody.
Location, Location, Location! Where in France are these castles hiding? And how do I get there?
Everywhere! Okay, not *everywhere*, but there's a pretty incredible spread. You'll find them in the Loire Valley (castle central!), Provence, the Dordogne, even Normandy. The Loire Valley is, like, castle heaven. I swear, you can practically throw a baguette in any direction and hit a chateau. Getting there depends on the castle. Some are remote, requiring a car. Others are surprisingly accessible by train. My advice? Scope out the location first. Google Maps is your friend! See how far it is from airports, train stations, and… well, wine regions, of course. Because let’s be real, if you can't get easily to some good wine, what’s the point of *anything*? And don’t forget about the sheer romance of the train. Imagine arriving in style, looking out at the chateaus from the platform. It’s all part of the experience, people!
Okay, so, the price? Be honest. Am I going to need to remortgage my house?
The million-dollar (or should I say, million-Euro) question. Prices vary wildly. Some are astronomically expensive, perfect if you're, like, a Duchess or a tech billionaire. Others, surprisingly, are… manageable. Look for shoulder seasons (think: spring or fall) for better deals. The size of the castle, the amenities, and the location all play a huge role. I started my search with a ridiculously optimistic budget (think: what I spend on coffee in a year). Then I adjusted, and adjusted, and adjusted. I'm talking about weeks, maybe months of researching. I think my brain has turned into a castle-price-comparison algorithm, that’s the truth! But don’t lose hope. You can find some gems within reach. Just be prepared to do your homework. And maybe learn to cook (eating out every night is NOT going to happen!). Keep your eyes peeled for discounts and deals. Sometimes, you get lucky. That’s what I’m praying for, anyway. Fingers crossed!
Privacy? Will I be surrounded by tourists gawking at me as I try to enjoy my castle breakfast?
This is something else I *obsess* over. Privacy is key! Unless specifically marketed as a tourist attraction, most castles offered for rent are designed for privacy. Think: gates, long driveways, expansive grounds. However, it's worth double-checking. Read reviews. See if previous guests complained about hordes of tour buses. And if you *do* want to be a tourist attraction, that's certainly an option too! You might actually *enjoy* people staring at you. But, frankly, most of us want to wallow in some privacy for a good reason -- to feel like royalty. And the best part? No one can invade without your explicit permission. Isn’t that what makes a castle a castle?
What do I *do* at a castle? Besides, you know, *be a castle person?*
This is the fun part! Okay, obviously, you *be* a castle person. That is, you wander around in a bathrobe looking majestic and eating pastries. But beyond that… explore! Most castles have beautiful grounds to wander. Think gardens, forests, maybe even a lake. Read books in a library (if the castle has one; I dream of having my own library!), play board games by a crackling fireplace, and drink copious amounts of wine. That’s my plan, anyway. Seriously, though, it’s about enjoying the slow pace of life. Go for walks. Visit nearby villages. Explore local markets. And, frankly, do absolutely *nothing*. That's the true luxury. The feeling of being removed from the everyday. I actually had a full-blown panic attack the first time I thoughtBackpacker Hotel Find
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