Uncover the Hidden Gem of Le Saint Jean Cremieu: France's Best-Kept Secret!
Oh My God, Le Saint Jean Cremieu! (Is This France's Hidden Flawlessness?) - A Very Opinionated Review
Okay, so picture this: I'm scrolling through endless travel blogs, desperately seeking something beyond the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre (don't get me wrong, both are great, but…enough), when I stumble upon this place: Le Saint Jean Cremieu. "France's Best-Kept Secret," it screams. Naturally, skeptical me goes, “Yeah, right. Another Instagram-perfect mirage." But, fueled by caffeine and a deep-seated need for a good adventure, I booked it. And now? Well, let’s just say I’m still unpacking feelings.
Accessibility - The Good & The Grumbles:
Let's get this out of the way: accessing Le Saint Jean Cremieu isn't as breezy as gliding on a croissant-fueled cloud. While they offer airport transfer (thank the heavens!), the road to the hotel itself is less than ideal. Narrow, winding, kinda scenic, but definitely not wheelchair-friendly. Facilities for disabled guests are a mixed bag. The website claims it, but I'm not convinced it's fully implemented. I'd call ahead and grill them on specifics if this is a priority. The elevator is a blessing, though!
On-site Restaurant/Lounges - Food Glorious Food… Most of the Time:
Alright, let's delve into the heart of the matter: sustenance. The restaurants are… interesting. A la carte in restaurant, check. Buffet in restaurant, also check. So, you have choices! And let me tell you about the Breakfast [buffet]. It's a legit spread, with everything from Asian breakfast options, which was wild and wonderful. And, they offer Western breakfast, too! The coffee/tea in restaurant is decent, a morning savior. The Western cuisine in restaurant is pretty good, and I found the Salad in restaurant options to be fresh and surprisingly exciting – I had a weird obsession with their carrot-ginger dressing! But the Soup in restaurant? Not so lucky (on one occasion at least).
The Poolside bar is a vibe. The bottle of water is a given, which is always appreciated. Happy hour is appropriately happy. But I also had an unfortunate experience with a cocktail that tasted suspiciously like someone's forgotten garden hose. Minor imperfection, but still there!
Things to Do – Spa, Relaxation, and the Occasional Existential Crisis:
Okay, this is where Le Saint Jean Cremieu shines. This is where the magic truly unfolds! They’ve got a Spa, and it’s not just a spa, it’s a proper spa. With a Sauna, of course. And a Steamroom. And a Pool with view – wow. Let's talk about the Body scrub and Body wrap! Heavenly. Utterly, unapologetically, heavenly. I may or may not have spent a solid chunk of my vacation wrapped in seaweed, contemplating the mysteries of the universe. I loved it. The Foot bath, a blissful, pre-massage ritual.
They have a Fitness center, which I intended to use, but the spa side got the victory!
Cleanliness and Safety – Pandemic-Era Sanity (Mostly):
Look, post-pandemic travel is a minefield of anxieties. The good news? Le Saint Jean Cremieu takes it seriously. They’ve got the whole shebang: Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere, and a Staff trained in safety protocol. They've got Individually-wrapped food options and Safe dining setup. The Room sanitization opt-out available, which I appreciated. I felt reasonably safe, even though I totally forgot my mask half the time.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – More Food! (And Booze!):
Okay, let's get back to the food. I did a deep dive! The main restaurant is the star. The food is mostly amazing. The desserts in restaurant were a revelation. They had a chocolate something-or-other that nearly brought me to tears. I was constantly dipping in to the buffet. The Room service [24-hour] is a lifesaver for those midnight snack attacks (because jet lag is a real and hungry beast!). They do a Snack bar, which is convenient, but I was always too busy having gourmet meals! The Coffee shop provided plenty of caffeine. The Bar is stocked with everything you need.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things Matter:
The Concierge service was fantastic. Truly indispensable when you’re trying to navigate the labyrinth of French bureaucracy (even if I am completely incapable of speaking French). They offer Daily housekeeping, which is pure luxury. They have Luggage storage, which is a necessity. Laundry service and Ironing service are available – I really needed that. They provide Cash withdrawal. Doorman is there to bring you to the car. The Convenience store is a lifesaver when you forgot your toothbrush (ahem, speaking from experience). You can get Food delivery. They have a Gift/souvenir shop; I got a postcard for my Aunt Carol.
For the Kids – If You Bring Them!:
While I didn't have any kids in tow (thank God, this is self-care at it's finest), the presence of Babysitting service and Kids meal option means it could be a family affair. The fact that is Family/child friendly is nice.
Rooms – Sleep, Glorious Sleep (Maybe After a Few Adjustments):
The rooms were, to put it mildly, immaculate. The Air conditioning was a lifesaver during that one heatwave, which felt amazing. The In-room safe box is always a plus. I had a Free bottled water supply. I took a bath in the huge Bathtub, and I took a shower with the Separate shower/bathtub. I found that is non-smoking helped since my nose is super sensitive. The Wi-Fi [free] worked a treat. The Blackout curtains were essential for escaping the sun. The Bed was so comfy, I slept like a log. Although, I nearly tripped over the Additional toilet in the middle of the night (don’t ask). The Desk was comfy, but the Laptop workspace was too small.
Getting Around – Navigating The Unknown:
They have a Car park [free of charge], but I had a Taxi service help me get around.
Other Stuff and Ramblings:
Let's get the minor gripes out of the way. The lack of Pets allowed policy might disappoint some. The Internet access – LAN seemed kinda pointless in today’s world. The Mirror placement was a little odd in my particular room. The Smoking area, which is there.
The Smoke alarms were a little too sensitive (triggered it once while cooking… don't judge). The Soundproof rooms? Not entirely soundproof. I could still hear the faint sounds of other guests' happy spa-induced sighs.
But, overall… this place. This place. It’s got this weird, quirky, almost endearing charm. It’s not perfect, but that’s part of its allure. The fact that it offers a Couple's room, and the fact that it's a Proposal spot is a nice touch.
Conclusion – Is Le Saint Jean Cremieu a Hidden Gem?
Look, I'm a tough critic. I've seen a LOT of hotels. And Le Saint Jean Cremieu? It’s… good. It's very, very good. Is it flawless? No. But the staff’s passion, the spa, the food (mostly!), and the utter serenity of the place? That’s something special. Is it France's best-kept secret? Maybe not the best kept, considering this review. But it's definitely worth a visit. Just go with an open mind, a healthy appetite, and maybe a phrasebook. Trust me, you won't regret it.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to descend into the glorious, messy, utterly French heart of Le Saint Jean Cremieu. My trip? Let's just say it wasn't exactly a meticulously-planned symphony; more like a jazz solo played by a slightly tipsy saxophone player. Here's the chaotic itinerary, with all the warts and triumphs:
Day 1: Arrival & A Glorious Mess
- 1:00 PM: Arrive in Lyon, get a headache, then rent a car: Seriously, Lyon is way bigger than I expected, and navigating the airport felt like being trapped in a giant, confusing croissant. The rental car? Tiny. I mean, tiny. I swear, it looked like a golf cart got lost and was adopted by a family of French bulldogs. Anyway, the car was acquired, the GPS was (mostly) tamed, and the hour drive to Le Saint Jean Cremieu began.
- 2:00 PM: Drive to Le Saint Jean Cremieu: Driving in France is…an experience. The roundabouts alone could fuel a year's worth of therapy. Also, my GPS yelled at me. A lot.
- 3:00 PM: Check into the hotel: I’d booked a charming little B&B called “Au Coeur du Village.” I imagined sun-drenched rooms and flower boxes overflowing with petunias. Reality? Slightly less flowery, but charming nonetheless. My room? Okay, so it was more cupboard-like than suite-like, but it had a tiny balcony with a view of the church, which was all that mattered.
- 4:00 PM: First impression of the town: Oh. My. God. Le Saint Jean Cremieu is stunning. Cobblestone streets that wind like sleepy snakes, ancient stone buildings that seem to whisper secrets, and this one cafe with orange awnings that just pulled me in. I got the strongest feeling of being in a movie, the good kind.
- 5:00 PM: Stroll through the town and grab a baguette: Okay, I know, cliché alert. But seriously, the bread in France? It's an experience. Like, a religious experience. I bought a baguette so crusty and warm, I nearly cried with happiness. Then, I almost ran someone over because I was too busy devouring a whole French stick. The French are not as fond of a person enjoying a baguette, while walking and doing so.
- 6:00 PM: Get lost (intentionally) and find a secret garden: This is where I got the most amazing feel. The town is a damn maze, which is exactly what I wanted. I ditched the map (who even needs a map, anyway?) and just wandered. I stumbled upon a hidden garden, all overgrown vines and dappled sunlight, and it felt like I’d discovered a secret. The place was so quiet and still you could hear the bees buzz. Maybe a sign from the gods that I was finally finding my way of life? (Highly unlikely, by the way).
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the local Bistro: This restaurant was so charming they should rename it le charmeur, i ordered the plat du jour, which was some sort of beef stew, and it was the best thing that I've ever eaten. I swear, it was like the chef had put a little bit of magic into it. The wine? Flowing freely, of course. I chatted (badly, in French) with the owner, who had eyes that twinkled like the lights on the church, and felt like part of the community. I can't remember half the conversation, but I do remember the waiter trying to explain how to eat a particular dish, I failed and ended up wearing half of it. Whoops.
Day 2: Abbey & Absurdity
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the B&B: The breakfast was surprisingly delicieux. Croissants, yogurt, and a view of the cobblestone streets. Life was good.
- 10:00 AM: Visit the Abbey: The Abbey itself is a powerhouse of history. The architecture will slap you across the face. I spent hours wandering the cloister and the ruins, trying to imagine the people who had lived and prayed there. There were moments of pure awe, mixed with a healthy dose of "wow, these buildings are really old."
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a cafe near the Abbey: Another baguette moment! I ate lunch outside, people-watching, and trying to pretend I could understand what everyone was saying. I'm pretty sure the elderly gentleman at the next table was gossiping about me, but I didn't care. I was in France, dammit, and I was happy.
- 1:00 PM: Climb to the Castle Ruins: Okay, so maybe this was a bad idea after all the wine; the climb was tough, the sun was in my eyes, and I kept thinking I was going to die from either heatstroke or a tumble. But, the view from the top? Worth it. You could see the whole town spread out below, like a postcard come to life. This is where the magic of my life truly began.
- 2:00 PM: Down the hill: This was worse. My knees and my pride were gone.
- 3:00 PM: Visit to a local shop: I was looking for a small gift for my sister, I ended up in a store that sold jewelry, and it was all so beautiful and delicate. I bought a tiny silver ring. It felt strangely melancholic, because I was remembering a previous trip.
- 4:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Just in time to check my room.
- 5:00 PM: Nap
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant with a lovely patio, eat food that I can't pronounce, and drink more wine: The waiter laughed at my terrible French, but he was kind.
Day 3: Farewell & The Aftertaste of France
- 9:00 AM: Second breakfast. You'd think I was obsessed with it, but it was so good.
- 10:00 AM: Last stroll through town: The sun caught the stone buildings just right; the town was almost empty, and had a sense of quiet beauty. Le Saint Jean Cremieu, you beautiful creature, you.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at the same cafe as the first day: I needed one last baguette and a taste of the dream before heading back to reality. I had a sandwich at the cafe that I had visited on the first day, and I went back again.
- 1:00 PM: Start the drive home: The car was still tiny, and my GPS was still yelling. But, this time, the roundabouts? Less intimidating. Maybe I was starting to get the hang of this whole "French life" thing.
- 2:00 PM: Get lost.
- 3:00 PM: Start the climb to the castle ruins, and fall and give up.
- 4:00 PM: Depart. Get stuck in traffic near Lyon. Feel a pang of sadness.
- 5:00 PM: Return to real life.
The truth is, this trip could have gone better (or worse!). It wasn't perfect. I got lost, I struggled with the language, and I ate way too much bread. But, it was honest, real, and filled with moments I'll never forget. Le Saint Jean Cremieu? It's a slice of heaven, with a side of chaos, a generous helping of good food, and a whole lot of joie de vivre. Go. Just go. And don't forget to embrace the mess. That's where the best memories are made.
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Uncover the Hidden Gem of Le Saint Jean Cremieu: France's Best-Kept Secret! (Or Is It Just My Secret Now?)
So, uh, what *is* Le Saint Jean Cremieu anyway? Sounds fancy.
Okay, okay, breathe. It's a medieval town. Like, *really* medieval. Think cobbled streets you could trip over (and I *may* have done that... twice) and stonework that's been standing for, well, ages. It’s in the Rhône-Alpes region, which means you're getting stunning views, vineyards dotted around, and the kind of air that smells like... progress, you know? Sort of a rural, slow down sort of vibe. A vibe I desperately needed to de-stress. Which, full disclosure, is why I ended up there in the first place. A friend of a friend mentioned it "might be a place to escape people," and, after about three breakdowns in as many months, I was in.
Best kept secret? Really? Is it *that* good? Because let's be honest, travel writing is often overly enthusiastic...
Oof. You're hitting on my Achilles' heel. Objectivity is NOT my strong suit, especially when it comes to something like Le Saint Jean. Look, *maybe* "best-kept secret" is a *touch* hyperbolic. There are other gorgeous places in France. But, and this is a BIG but, it felt... different. It *felt* real. No hordes of selfie sticks, no screaming tour buses. Just a genuine, lived-in beauty. Okay, I'm gushing. Sorry. But honestly, the first time I saw that clock tower... I almost cried. (I DID cry later, but that's a story about a runaway goat and too much wine). The point is, if you are looking for something that takes you out of everyday routine, Le Saint Jean Cremieu is it. And if you have some crazy in your heart, well, it's probably a good spot for you.
Okay, fine. But what *is* there to actually *do*? Because I'm not just going to stare at old buildings, right?
Right. (Though honestly, staring at the buildings is a valid pastime). There's the Abbey Church, which is stunning. The view from above the town is amazing. Walking around is basically it – no real crowds. There are a smattering of shops, all small and independent. There's a little market on Saturdays. And, and this is important: there are *restaurants*. Oh, the restaurants. The food is phenomenal. Simple, honest, delicious. Imagine, fresh ingredients, hearty portions, and the wine... sweet mother of mercy, the wine. I got a bit carried away on the wine front. Details can be provided later. Plus, you can walk in the gardens – and get lost in them. At least on a day like me. This place will allow you to disappear and then reappear.
Speaking of restaurants... any recommendations? And are they wallet-friendly? Because I'm not exactly rolling in dough.
Okay, *this* is where my memory gets a little fuzzy, because, you know, wine. But I do remember one place, Au Vieux Four, which had the most amazing pizza. Like, wood-fired, melt-in-your-mouth amazing. And it was surprisingly reasonable. Most places seem to cater to locals. No crazy tourist traps! The village is really small not many restaurant options. But the ones are there are mostly worth it. Just, you know, pace yourself. And try the local specialties. Honestly, my biggest regret is not eating *more* cheese. (Because, duh, France). Do your own research and be prepared for restaurant culture.
What about getting there? Is it a pain in the backside? Because I hate long travel days.
Okay, this is where the "hidden gem" aspect comes into play. It's not *super* easy. I flew into Lyon (which is the closest major airport) and then rented a car. Driving out of Lyon was a nightmare. Seriously, I almost had a full-blown meltdown navigating the traffic. But once I got out into the countryside... it was worth it. The drive itself is beautiful. Alternatively, you could take the train to a nearby town and then taxi or bus it in. But the freedom of a car allows you to explore the surrounding area. Just... prepare for the drive. Bring snacks. And maybe a stress ball. Or some Valium. (Just kidding... mostly).
Accommodation? Anything charming and not too ridiculously expensive?
Look, this is where I failed. Big time. I messed up my initial booking. I ended up staying in a slightly... dodgy... hotel outside town for the first couple of nights. It was a bit like a very, very old motel. Let's just say, I didn't feel entirely safe. Don't be me. Book in advance. There are a few charming guesthouses and smaller hotels *inside* the village. Or try a rental villa. You'll find a lot more options, if this is suitable, and better deals the further in advance you book. Learn from my mistakes. Also, do your research. Check those reviews!
Okay, sounds... interesting. But what about the downsides? Every place has them.
Alright, honesty time. It's quieter than a library. Like, *really* quiet. If you're looking for nightlife, go somewhere else. There's no disco, no bustling bars in the traditional sense. There's one small supermarket and not a lot of shops. It might not be for everyone. You have to be okay with a slower pace. You have to be okay with a little boredom. And, if you're a control freak like me... you have to be okay with *letting go*. I had to, and it was, honestly, the hardest part of the trip. Also, you might encounter a few cultural challenges. The French, as you may know, don't speak English. But getting by is easy, and part of the fun.
So, should I go or not? Give me a straight answer!
Ugh. That's a tough one. If you love history, beauty, and you appreciate peace and quiet, then absolutely, YES. Go! Go now! Don't wait. Book your trip. Pack your bag, and get out of whatever you're doing. If you're a loud, party-hardy type, maybe not. But, if you need to recharge your batteries and experience something truly *different*, then Le Saint Jean Cremieu… is worth the journey. Just... don't blame me if you fall in love with it andUptown Lodging
