Escape to Vendeuil: Your Dreamy Parisian-Style Apartment Awaits!
Escape to Vendeuil: My "Oh La La, This is Actually Pretty Good!" Review & Booking Blitz!
Okay, so picture this: You're dreaming of Paris, but your wallet (and sense of adventure with a capital 'A') is whispering "staycation." Then, BAM! Escape to Vendeuil pops up, promising a Parisian experience without the jet lag. Honestly, I was skeptical. Parisian-style apartment? Sounds fancy. Probably expensive. Probably loaded with tiny, impractical furniture. But… well, let's just say this review is fueled by a delicious pain au chocolat I still can't stop thinking about.
Let's break it down, shall we? Forget that cookie-cutter travelogue vibe. This is the real deal.
First Impressions: Accessibility & a Breath of Fresh Air! (and a Quick Panic about Elevators)
Right off the bat, Accessibility matters, right? I’m all about inclusivity, even if I personally don’t need ramps and wider doors. Vendeuil scores some points. They have an elevator: phew! But I couldn't find much else detailed regarding accessibility, and really, they need to provide MORE information upfront. More clearly stating if the elevator reaches all rooms is crucial. But let's give them the benefit of the doubt and move on to… the vibe.
The apartment itself? Aaaah, a delightful surprise. Think light-filled rooms, a slightly more modern take on the classic Parisian aesthetic and Air conditioning in the public areas - huge win! My room was a little slice of heaven, complete with a High floor view (I love a good panorama) and a window that opens (fresh air is paramount!).
Amenities, Glorious Amenities! (and the Quest for the Perfect Croissant)
Forget the minimalist hotel trend. Vendeuil is loaded with goodies. Here’s the breakdown, and my personal, often-unreasonable, opinions:
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! Crucial for this digital nomad (me). Internet [LAN] is also available, if you're into that old-school wired life. I preferred the Wi-Fi, obviously. Then again, I’m not a huge fan of internet in general, but the ability to access the internet through Wi-Fi can come in handy.
- Things to do, ways to relax: Oh, the possibilities! They tout a Fitness center (I, uh, might have skipped it…), a Sauna (tempting!), and even a Spa. I'm not much for body wraps and scrubs, but maybe that’s just because I haven’t experienced a good one. Speaking of good, I did find hair dryer and ironing facilities in my room, which, let's be honest, is a huge bonus.
- Dining, drinking, and snacking: This is where things get really interesting. They have Restaurants, a Bar, a Coffee shop. I sampled the Asian breakfast. it was… okay. The Western breakfast was much more to my liking. They had a Breakfast [buffet] which contained (drumroll please…) a near-perfect croissant. Okay, it's not quite Parisian perfection, but it was damned close. I also loved the option of a Breakfast in room which meant no dressing up (always a plus!). There's also a Poolside bar, which is extremely dangerous for me because I'd live there. They also offer Room service [24-hour], meaning late-night dessert is ALWAYS an option. (Which I, obviously, took advantage of).
- Cleanliness and safety: This is where Vendeuil REALLY shines. You can tell they’re taking hygiene seriously, and that's a HUGE plus. The Anti-viral cleaning products and Daily disinfection in common areas, and the rooms sanitized between stays put my mind at ease. Plus, Hand sanitizer is everywhere. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter is surprisingly easy to adhere to, and their staff are trained in safety protocols. They even offer Room sanitization opt-out available. I appreciate the choice.
- Services and conveniences: Concierge? Check.Daily housekeeping? Double check! Laundry service? Yes! Food delivery? Oh yes. Cash withdrawal? Super handy. They really have you covered. They also provide daily housekeeping (which is very nice, even if it sometimes feels a little weird) and the luggage storage option is great. I was very happy!
The Quirks & the Imperfections (Because Life Isn't Perfect, and Neither is Travel!)
Look, it’s not all sunshine and croissants. Here are a few… observations:
- My request for a non-smoking room was honored, but I did catch a whiff of… something… during my stay. This is a small issue that should be easy to iron out.
- The pool with view was beautiful, but… a little crowded at peak times. I spent more time dodging kids splashing than actually relaxing. Another minor inconvenience!
- I couldn't try out the Gym/fitness, but it looked well-equipped.
The "Absolutely Book This Place!" Recommendation… with a Side of "They Could Do Even Better!"
Okay, for the price point (and the fact that I’m obsessed with croissants), I say BOOK IT. Vendeuil nails the ambiance and the amenities. It's a perfect escape for couples, solo travelers (like myself!), or anyone who wants a taste of Parisian charm without actually going to Paris. They really shine with hygiene, room features, and services and conveniences.
That being said, they could REALLY ramp up their accessibility info and add more details on specific amenities. And maybe work on that minor smoke situation (and more info on the gym would be nice.) I'm also sad that they don't have Pets allowed (sorry, Mr. Fluffernutter). Yet, these things could be worked on, and in the meantime, the positives definitely outweigh the negatives.
My Final Verdict: Four out of five pain au chocolats (and a slightly less-than-perfect, but still wonderful, stay!)
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Unbelievable Views & Luxury: Vista Premier Suites Genting Highlands Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my La Fere Du Siecle adventure in Vendeuil, France. Warning: may contain excessive cheese, existential dread, and a profound love for baguettes. This isn't your pristine, Instagram-filtered travelogue. This is the raw, unfiltered me.
Day 1: Arrival & Déjà Vu (and a lot of baguette-related anxiety)
- Morning (6:00 AM - 8:00 AM): Wake up in a cold sweat in a hotel room. Seriously, I can't believe how much my bladder and a very low quality hotel room, I'd hate to name and shame but it's that hotel - were at war by 6:00 am. Arrive at Charles de Gaulle airport. The French take their time, let me tell you. Found my bags, miraculously, and started the long journey to the apartment. Why do I always underestimate the journey? I should know better by now!
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Train to Laon. Train travel in France is like stepping onto a movie set, at least until you realise the AC doesn't work and you're crammed with an entire family's worth of luggage. Started to see life through the eyes of a grumpy old man, "What's this world coming to?"
- Mid-day (10:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Finally, arrive in Vendeuil. The cobblestone streets are just as charming as the brochures promise, and let's be honest, I immediately pictured myself falling and twisting my ankle. I mean, you have to be aware of the dangers, right?! Checked in to "La Fere Du Siecle" apartment. It's… spacious. Okay, it's enormous. Like, I might need a map to find the bathroom enormous. And the light fixtures? Straight out of a 1920's silent film. Love it. Immediately dumped my bags and needed food right now.
- Mid-day/Afternoon (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): The baguette hunt… ah, the baguette hunt. Armed with my pitifully broken French, I ventured into the nearest boulangerie. The smell… heaven. But the pressure! The choice! Crusty? Soft? Whole wheat? I froze. Totally blanked. Ended up pointing at something that looked vaguely appealing and hoping for the best. The cashier gave me a look that translated to, "Oh, you poor, clueless American." (I might have said "merci" instead of "s'il vous plaît.")
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Unpacking. Which turned into a deep existential spiral. What am I doing here? Surrounded by antique furniture and what-the-heck-is-this-thing-even-used-for decorations! Is this life? Am I living my best life? Probably not yet… I should make a start at least.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Wandering around the town. Found a charming (read: tiny) park and sat on a bench, contemplating the mysteries of the universe (and how to operate the ancient coffee maker in the kitchen). Almost stepped on a rather large, grumpy-looking cat. (Note to self: Learn to read cat body language.) This town is perfect, and I'm already in love.
- Evening (6:00 PM - onward): Dinner. Decided to be brave and attempt to cook something. Succeeded in producing a passable omelet and a salad with way too much vinaigrette. Ate it while watching the locals strolling along the street. Fell asleep immediately after a glass of wine and some reading.
Day 2: The Church, The Cheese, and the Crumbling of My Sanity
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Visit Saint-Quentin Basilica. Spectacular. Truly breathtaking. But also, slightly overwhelming. So many stained-glass windows! My neck is killing me from tilting my head back all the time. Feeling deeply inadequate to the majesty of Europe's architecture.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Lunch. Found a little bistrot with an actual menu and a waiter who spoke (barely) English. Ordered steak frites. And then… the cheese.
- The Cheese Obsession. I've always liked cheese. But in France, it's a whole different beast. They're all looking at you with judging eyes… and you will eat cheese or you're not doing it right. The waiter (bless his heart) suggested a local cheese – "Marou". It looked innocent enough. It smelled… pungent. Let me tell you, it was… intense. My tastebuds revolted. It was like a dairy-fueled assault on my senses. I felt like I was experiencing a minor hallucination and seeing all the world's colours at once. Still, I forced it down (mostly). I made a mental note to try the cheese again.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Attempted to stroll around the countryside (to wear off the cheese). But the map was useless. Lost in a maze of sunflowers and hay bales, only to discover I'd walked in a circle. Sigh.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Grocery shopping. Okay, this time I had confidence. I knew about cheese, how to work the scale, how to get by. I was doing great, until I realised I'd bought a week's supply of… is that a head of garlic? I swear, I was distracted by the cheese. Panic set in. Must. Cook. Before the garlic sprouts.
- Evening (6:00 PM - onward): Dinner. Tried to recreate a simple pasta dish. Accidentally added the entire garlic head. The apartment now smells like a vampire convention. The wine… probably needed more.
Day 3: The Battle of the Baguette, and maybe, just maybe, some relaxation.
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): The Battle of the Baguette, Round 2. Determined to master the art of the purchase. Went to a different boulangerie this time. The pressure was still on. I ended up getting a baguette tradition this time. Crunch. Perfect. I mean, almost perfect.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Picnic in the park (the one with the grumpy cat). Ate half of the baguette with cheese, some grapes, some tomatoes, and a lot of peace. I feel like I'm figuring it out.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Tried and failed to be "cultured" and visit an Art Gallery. (I honestly don't know what I expected.)
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Nap. And a long one.
- Evening (6:00 PM - onward): Dinner. The garlic smell finally seems to be fading. Ate the other half of the baguette with some ham and a tiny sliver of that cheese. It wasn't so bad this time! Maybe I'm becoming French? Maybe it's just the wine talking.
- Woke up, again, sometime in the middle of the night and drank all the water.
Day 4: The Wine and the Wonder… and the impending departure
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Day trip to a nearby vineyard! Wine tasting. The wine was delicious, and the scenery was gorgeous. I can't pronounce the name of the wine I liked. But I love the wine.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Lunch at the vineyard. More wine. More cheese (of course). Laughter. Perhaps a little too much laughter…
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Wandered around the local markets. Bought some local honey and some other, unidentifiable things.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Walked along the river. Contemplated life, loss, and the meaning of Camembert.
- Evening (6:00 PM - onward): Packing (sigh). Feeling a mix of sadness and relief. Sad to leave, but also… I think I need a vacation from this vacation. One last dinner, one last glass of wine, and one last desperate attempt to understand this crazy, beautiful, cheesy country. Ate whatever I could find to not waste my time, and was ready to leave at the earliest opportunity.
Day 5: Departure… and the lingering scent of garlic
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Escape to Vendeuil: Your Dreamy Parisian-Style Apartment Awaits! (Or Does It?) FAQ
Okay, seriously, is this whole "Parisian-style" thing just marketing fluff? I'm picturing tiny, overpriced, and smelling of old cigarettes.
Alright, let's be honest, that's the first thing *I* thought! And you're not entirely wrong. "Parisian-style" these days, translates to "charming but probably drafty" in my cynical brain. HOWEVER... (and this is a big "however") Vendeuil managed to actually *get* it right. It's not just a bunch of floral prints and Eiffel Tower trinkets (thank god). It's about light, space, and letting the space breathe. And yes, *some* charming imperfections – a slightly uneven floorboard, a window that whistles a little when the wind kicks up... Stuff that makes it feel *real*. But, blessedly, I didn't detect any lingering *Gauloises* scent. Phew! The price, though… that’s a whole other can of worms, isn't it? Prepare your wallet.
What's the deal with the location? Is it actually *in* Paris, or is it a charmingly deceptive phrase used by the developer?
Ah, the dreaded location question. Okay, deep breath. It's *technically* not smack-dab in the heart of the Marais. (Spoiler alert: nothing's *that* cheap, let alone the Marais). It's a bit outside, maybe a 20-30 minute metro ride depending on traffic and your ability to navigate the complex Parisian metro system (which, let's be honest, can be brutal). Think of it this way: you get the *idea* of Paris without the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds and the constant feeling of being hustled. And honestly? Sometimes having a slightly quieter, more residential neighborhood is a HUGE bonus after a day of sensory overload. You can actually *sleep*! (Something that's proven elusive in my own life; I'm practically nocturnal.)
I'm imagining myself strolling down a cobbled street, baguette under my arm, *à la* Emily in Paris. Is this...realistic?
Okay, let's crush your dreams (just a tiny bit). While I'm all for a good baguette, the reality of Parisian life is a little less... *storybook*. You *can* absolutely find a delicious baguette nearby (and you absolutely *should*), and you *might* stumble upon a charming cobbled street. But remember, these things take *effort*. You're not going to trip over them with a photographer following you. My own "baguette moment" involved a frantic dash to the *boulangerie* before it closed, narrowly missing a collision with a grumpy old woman. The baguette was still amazing, though! So, temper those Emily in Paris expectations. Life is messy, and baguettes are crumbly. Embrace it!
Is the kitchen actually *usable*, or is it just for show? I hate those tiny kitchens with no counter space!
Okay, this is a *critical* question. As someone who lives to eat (and sometimes just *eats* to eat), a useless kitchen is a dealbreaker. The Vendeuil kitchen? Surprisingly, it's decent! It's not a Michelin-starred chef's paradise, but it's functional. There's counter space (yay!), a decent hob, and the all-important fridge where you can stash your cheese, your wine, and your emergency chocolate. Just be prepared for a potential lack of a microwave (European apartments, am I right?). But honestly? Who needs a microwave when you have delicious croissants? My advice: embrace the simple life, stock up on wine, and enjoy the fact that you don't have to scrub the dishes.
The pictures look beautiful. What are the downsides? Be honest!
Ugh, honesty time. Okay, here's the dirt. The pictures *are* beautiful, let's be real. But my own experience? Was a tad different. First, the elevator. Charming, antique-ish... but the size of a phone booth. Luggage? Forget about it. I spent a good fifteen minutes wrestling my suitcase into that thing, resulting in a near-stroke and a profound appreciation for StairMaster. Secondly, soundproofing. Or, the lack thereof. You hear the neighbor's coughing fits, the street traffic, everything. Light sleeper? Bring earplugs. And third, the cleaning "fee." Ugh. Paying extra to clean? Makes my blood boil.
How's the WiFi? Because, you know... modern life. And Instagram.
Look, I get it. Instagram is practically a basic survival need. The WiFi at Vendeuil? It was… okay. Not lightning-fast, not drop-dead perfect. It's good enough to upload photos and stalk people, stream movies, and check your bank account (which you'll probably be doing, given the Parisian prices). There were moments of frustration. And there were moments of rejoicing, because I could still upload my photos of baguettes and show everyone how well I was "living."
What if something goes wrong? Is there decent support?
Ah, the dreaded "something goes wrong" scenario. I had a small, minor issue with the plumbing. (Yes, even Parisian plumbing has its moments.) The support, thankfully, was relatively prompt and helpful. They were friendly, communicative, and sorted the problem out relatively quickly. No horror stories here about being ignored or left to fend for myself. So, kudos to them for that. This is a definite improvement over the last place I stayed!
Would you *actually* recommend this place? Give it to me straight!
Okay, the big question. Would I actually recommend it? Here's the messy, imperfect truth: *Yes, but...* It's not perfect. It has its quirks. It's not *cheap*. But the charm is undeniable. The location, while not ideal, is still a decent base for exploring. You'll probably have some moments of "Ugh, *this* again?" (like wrestling your suitcase into the elevator). But I'd do it again. The beauty, the feeling of actually *living* in a beautiful space, not just visiting… that's worth a lot. Would I recommend it to *you*? If charm, a slightly imperfect beauty, and that "Parisian dream" are what you're after and you're willing to pay the price? Go for it. Just pack earplugs. And maybe some extra cash. And, for the love of all that is holy, embrace the imperfections. That's what makes it *real*.
