Escape to Paradise: Stunning Treveneuc Beach Holiday Home Near Dinan!
Escape to Paradise: Treveneuc Beach Holiday Home - My Chaotic Love Affair
Okay, buckle up buttercups, ‘cause I just got back from Escape to Paradise: Stunning Treveneuc Beach Holiday Home Near Dinan! and, well… it was a rollercoaster. Forget "stunning," which, yeah, it was, but let's call this review My Chaotic Love Affair with a Breton Beach House. Prepare for a long one, because this place…this place… deserves the full, messy, honest treatment.
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Let's dive in, shall we?
First Impressions: A Glimpse of Heaven, Followed by a Panic Attack (and a Missing Remote)
The name is accurate. "Escape to Paradise"…it's not entirely hyperbole. The location? Jaw-dropping. Perched practically on Treveneuc beach, the views from the massive picture windows were just… wow. The turquoise water, the golden sand, the cliffs… You could practically taste the sea air. My first thought? "I should probably just move in."
Getting there was a breeze. The airport transfer they arranged was smooth, even with my slightly overstuffed suitcase (packing for a beach holiday is not my strong suit). And look, I have to give them props – the "car park [free of charge]" was a godsend. Parking in France can be a nightmare.
The initial check-in, though? A mini-adventure. They have "contactless check-in/out," which is fantastic for 2024, but also meant I had to find the key box. Eventually, I did. Feeling all smug, I unlocked the door and – BAM! Paradise beckoned.
The home itself was gorgeous. Modern, spacious, and decorated in calming, seaside-inspired tones. Very "Instagrammable" (if I was the type to Instagram, which I’m not. Well, maybe a little…) Immediately, I went to find my laptop – I had to get a blog post out, y'know. Then, I couldn't find the remote.
Accessibility - A Mixed Bag (and a Plea for Higher Toilet Seats!)
Okay, let’s talk accessibility, because it's super important, and the place, thankfully, had some good and some "could-be-better" elements.
- Wheelchair Accessible: It’s listed as "wheelchair accessible", which, in some ways, it is. The main living areas and some bedrooms were easily navigable. The "elevator" – yes, there was an elevator, bless them – was a game-changer for luggage and anyone with mobility issues (like, say, me after a particularly vigorous beach volleyball game).
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: The listing mentioned these, and they were present, which is huge.
- The bathroom was…well…: The shower room was fantastic. But the toilet? Lord, the toilet! It was low. Really low. Made me feel like I was auditioning for a children's play (and failing). A higher toilet seat would be a game-changer.
- Overall: Good effort, but there's always room for improvement. If you rely on full accessibility, double-check specifics before booking.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - From Michelin Dreams to Instant Noodles (and the Quest for Coffee!)
Food-wise, it was a tale of two cities… or, I guess, two meals (and a whole lot of snacks).
- The "Stunning" Side: The kitchen was a chef's dream. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items? Check. Everything was shiny and new. They had a "refrigerator," a "coffee/tea maker," and a full set of utensils. I tried to cook, bless my heart. I had visions of gourmet meals, complete with perfectly plated salads (the "salad in restaurant" was very tempting as well, had I not been such a sucker for cooking).
- The "Reality" Side: I'm not a chef. I'm a person who occasionally burns toast. My "alternative meal arrangement" usually involved whatever was in the nearby convenience store. Instant noodles became a nightly staple.
- The Restaurant Dilemma: The listing mentioned "restaurants," but they weren't on-site. You have to go in the car, and you should, there were some fabulous restaurants nearby, a few were really special (the vegetarian ones were superb, and I found a few "Asian cuisine in restaurant" options that nearly made me cry), so I didn't need the, "A la carte in restaurant" options.
- Breakfast I decided that "Breakfast [buffet]" wasn't my cup of tea, so I got "Breakfast takeaway service" which was amazing!
- The Coffee Crusade: The biggest drama? The coffee. I'm a caffeine addict. There was a "coffee/tea maker," sure, but that’s not the same as a decent espresso machine. I ended up on a daily quest for a proper coffee, exploring the local cafes. This did lead to some hilarious encounters with my terrible French language skills.
- Poolside Bar: Was amazing, and had a "Happy Hour"
Things to Do, Ways to Relax - From Beach Bliss to Spa Shenanigans
This is where things got really good. And a little bit chaotic… in a good way, mostly.
- The Beach: HELLO! Treveneuc beach is the main event. Swimming, sunbathing, building sandcastles (okay, I might have done a small castle), long walks along the coast…pure bliss.
- Relaxation: I'm all about the R&R. And Escape to Paradise definitely delivered on that front.
- The Spa: The spa, bless it, was AMAZING. I'd spend all my time there if I could. The "Pool with view" was insane. The "Sauna", "Steamroom", and "Spa/sauna" were just what this stressed traveller needed. I went full-on self-indulgent.
- The Fitness Center: I tried the "Gym/fitness". Emphasis on tried. Let's just say my attempt at yoga ended with me tangled in my own limbs. I do not have the grace.
- Massages: I indulged in a massage. Utter bliss. I may have snored (apologies to the therapist).
- Things to do:
- Beach time This is pretty darn obvious, but I will say, the beach is what makes this place. Don't be afraid to be a beach potato for a while!
- Visit DInan Dinan is a medieval town that's been around for ages. The ramparts and the timber-framed houses are amazing.
- Go Sailing You can go sailing around Treveneuc Beach for a fantastic experience!
Cleanliness and Safety - Feeling Protected (Mostly)
In the age of… well, you know… cleanliness and safety are paramount.
- The Good Stuff:
- "Anti-viral cleaning products"? Check.
- "Daily disinfection in common areas"? Check.
- "Room sanitization between stays"? Check.
- "Staff trained in safety protocol"? (I'm assuming, they seemed to know what they were doing).
- "Hand sanitizer" at every turn? Check.
- "Rooms sanitized between stays"? Check.
- "Doctor/nurse on call" I didn't need one, but the fact that they had it gave me a sense of security.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter," I'm assuming, they kept their distance while cleaning up.
- The Slightly Less Good Stuff: The "smoke alarms" were present, which is a good thing, but a bit…sensitive? One time, my burnt toast set off the fire alarm. The entire complex. Oops. The "CCTV in common areas" and "CCTV outside property" I'm sure it's a good thing.
Services and Conveniences - A Mixed Bag of Helpful and Hilarious
- The Wins:
- "Daily housekeeping" – a lifesaver! They kept the chaos somehow under control.
- "Concierge" – always helpful with questions and recommendations.
- "Laundry service" and "dry cleaning" - very much appreciated.
- "Car park [free of charge]" – YES!
- The "Huh?": The "convenience store" was handy, but it was a bit of a walk. Maybe they could have a small corner shop on-site, filled with coffee and snacks.
- **The "Worth the Price
Alright, buckle up, Buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously color-coded itinerary. This is the REAL DEAL, the messy, glorious, possibly disastrous chronicle of my week at a holiday home near Treveneuc Beach in Dinan, France. Consider yourselves warned.
The Chaotic Chronicles of Treveneuc: A Diary & Dread-Filled Itinerary
Pre-Flight Prep: The "I'm-Definitely-Overpacking-But-Who-Cares?" Phase (Days Leading Up)
- Day -3: Panic sets in. I start imagining myself stranded on the Brittany coast with only a pair of mismatched socks. "What if the apocalypse happens now?" I dramatically overpack. Three suitcases. For a week. One is mostly emergency chocolate. (Priorities, people, priorities!)
- Day -2: Attempt to learn some extremely basic French. "Bonjour le boulanger, j'aime le pain au chocolat… et aussi, pourquoi sont les croissants si magnifique?!" Basically, my entire vocabulary revolves around pastry. This is going to be embarrassing, I know it.
- Day -1: Frantic last-minute trip to the pharmacy. Bought everything. From indigestion tablets to earplugs. Turns out, traveling makes you slightly less sane. Plus I get a raging, pre-vacation cold. Yay.
Day 1: Arrival & The Curse of the Croissant Hunt (Today I Arrived)
- 9:00 AM: Airport chaos. Delayed flight. Already grumpy and tired. Airport coffee isn't cutting it. I'm pretty sure the barista gave me a look.
- 1:00 PM: Finally arrive in Dinard. The air is crisp, sea-salty, bracing and makes my cold even worse. Beautiful, I think. "God, the air here is beautiful even if I sound like a dying seagull" I mutter.
- 3:00 PM: The apartment hunt. OMG it's lovely. The views are actually spectacular. The instructions for the key were… cryptic. We end up wandering around looking for the lockbox like a pair of clumsy, bewildered seagulls for a half hour. (Spoiler alert: it was hidden behind a very well-placed bush. I'm not sure if it was intentional, but it became an ongoing joke).
- 4:00 PM: Food shopping. The local market screams 'authentic'. I buy cheese. So. Much. Cheese. I buy some saucisson. A baguette. And I get my first ever painful lesson in French cheese shop etiquette. Apparently, you say Bonjour first. Then, you attempt to pronounce the names of cheeses. Then, you hope the shopkeeper doesn't judge your complete lack of cheese knowledge.
- 5:00 PM: The Great Croissant Quest begins. I remember my French lesson. The local bakery is apparently famous. I attempt my Bonjour and pain au chocolat to the bemused baker. Score! Delicious, fresh-out-the-oven croissants and pain au chocolat. Victory! I eat one, then another, then nearly the whole batch.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner: Cheese, saucisson, bread. And more cheese. I'm already considering loosening my belt.
- 9:00 PM: Collapse into bed, pleasantly exhausted. The soothing sound of the waves. The salty breeze. And the faint scent of delicious cheese. I think I'm in heaven. Or maybe it's just the cheese.
Day 2: Beach Bliss (Mostly, the Bliss Gets Interrupted)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Stuffy nose. But the view! Seriously, the view from the bedroom window is something else. I'm already in love with Brittany.
- 10:00 AM: Hike down to Treveneuc Beach. It's stunning. Rugged coast. Crystal-clear water. Dramatic cliffs. I swear I saw a pirate ship in the distance (probably just a boat, but let me dream).
- 11:00 AM: Attempt to swim. Water is freezing. I briefly considered a full-body immersion, but decided to stick with ankle-deep paddling.
- 11:30 AM: The Great Beach Nap. Find a rock. Sun-drenched bliss. Close my eyes. Bliss. Absolute, unadulterated bliss.
- 11:35 AM: Bliss interrupted by a screaming toddler who is, apparently, terrified of seagulls. Chaos ensues. Bliss departs.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: Picnic on the beach. More cheese. More bread. Realizing I have no idea how to properly dispose of my trash.
- 1:00 PM: Beach. Again. Attempt to build a sandcastle. Fail miserably. It turns out I am not a master sand architect.
- 3:00 PM: Walk along the coast. Find an amazing cafe. Coffee and a galette. This is the life, I tell myself. This is what I live for.
- 5:00 PM: Back to the apartment. Nap. (Still snotty, but the view makes up for it.)
- 7:00 PM: Try to cook. End up burning the garlic. Order pizza. Pizza is good.
Day 3: Dinan's Charm (and the Danger of Cobblestones)
- 9:00 AM: Dinan day trip! Drive to the medieval town. It's absolutely storybook pretty. The half-timbered houses, the cobbled streets… I'm instantly enchanted.
- 10:00 AM: Wander aimlessly. Get completely lost. Discover a tiny little artisan shop. Buy a ridiculous beret. I am now a stereotype. (And I love it).
- 11:00 AM: Climb the city walls. Epic views. Almost fall over. The aforementioned cobblestones are treacherous!
- 12:00 PM: Lunch in a charming restaurant. I attempt to sound sophisticated while ordering. I fail spectacularly. But the food is amazing. Crepes. Salted caramel. I'm not even sorry.
- 2:00 PM: Shopping. More cheese. A Breton striped shirt (obviously). Some random trinkets I'll probably regret later.
- 4:00 PM: More strolling. More admiring. More getting lost. I'm starting to feel like a local (minus the fluent French and the actual understanding of anything).
- 5:00 PM: More Coffee and a pastry. This is starting to become a pattern.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. A long soak in the tub with the music of the sea.
- 9.00 PM: Staring out the window. Dreaming of pirates.
Day 4: St. Malo & The Great Oyster Experiment (Prepare for Mess)
- 9:00 AM: Drive to St. Malo. The walled city! Pirate history! More dramatic coastline! I am basically bouncing with excitement.
- 10:00 AM: Walk the ramparts. Feel like a queen. Or a pirate. Maybe both.
- 11:00 AM: Explore the narrow streets. Get lost again (surprise!). Admire the architecture. Feel a pang of sadness that I don't live here.
- 12:00 PM: The Great Oyster Experiment. Okay, so I've never eaten oysters before. I'm terrified. But also, I'm in Brittany, and it's basically a local commandment, so I'm going to do it. Go to a restaurant on the wharf, take a deep breath, and order them. They arrive. Shiny. Slippery-looking. The waiter explains how to eat them. He is handsome. I am a mess.
- 12:15 PM: First oyster. Textured and salty. A surprise! I think the taste is actually pretty good!
- 12:30 PM: My Second Oyster. A bit less hesitant. Mmmm.
- 12:45 PM: Third Oyster. Now I'm getting cocky. I'm telling myself I'm a real oyster aficionado.
- 1:00 PM: Fourth Oyster. The taste is not bad and my stomach is starting to make noise!.
- 1:30 PM: Fifth Oyster. Panic sets in. Is this it? Am I doomed? Do I have an allergy?
- 2:00 PM: Still alive
Okay, so... Treveneuc Beach? Is it *actually* paradise or just, like, a nice beach? Because my expectations are currently sky-high.
Alright, deep breaths. Paradise? Well, let's be REAL. No place is *perfect*, okay? (My marriage, for instance...but that's another story.) Treveneuc beach IS stunning. The sand is that ridiculously fine, golden kind that *begs* you to wiggle your toes. The water? Turquoise, mostly. Sometimes moody grey when the weather shifts – which, let's be honest, is a very Brittany thing to do.
BUT, and this is important, the "paradise" level depends on what you're after. If you're expecting a deserted island, you'll be disappointed. It's a popular beach, especially in summer. You'll have company. And the tides? They change, drastically. One minute you've got a vast expanse of sand, the next, it's swallowed up. I once tried to build the *ultimate* sandcastle... and the tide ate it within the hour. Brutal. My kids were devastated. I'm *still* a little salty about that castle. So, is it paradise? Close. Bring your expectations (and a good sandcastle bucket). You won't regret it. Probably.
The holiday home... what's it *really* like? Is it clean? Modern? Do the photos lie?!
Okay, right, the *house*. Let's talk about the house. I'm going to level with you: photos ALWAYS lie (mostly). But, and this is a HUGE but, the Treveneuc house is pretty darn good. It wasn't some dilapidated shack. I've been scarred by holiday rentals, believe me. Mouldy showers, questionable bedding... I've seen it all.
This place? Clean. Really clean, like someone actually *cared*. Modern-ish. Not minimalist-chic, thankfully (I like comfort over cold design), but perfectly comfortable. The kitchen was actually usable, which, for a cook like me, is a HUGE win. The only real issue? The Wi-Fi. It was… spotty. Like, "contemplate your life choices" spotty. I ended up just embracing being offline, which, honestly, was probably good for me. I read a book. *Gasp*. But still, a heads up: don't rely on streaming your entire life. Embrace the Breton lifestyle and just *chill out*. This is hard for me, really hard.
What's there to *do* around Dinan and Treveneuc? Beyond just, you know, sitting on the beach? (Because, uh, I get restless…)
Oh, you *will* be busy. Dinan is gorgeous. Like, postcard-perfect gorgeous. Cobblestone streets, half-timbered houses, the whole shebang. You could spend days wandering around, just soaking it in. If you're into history, brilliant. If you aren't, well, pretend you are. There's a castle, a rampart to walk... it is really beautiful. The market on Thursday is a must. The smell of the cheese alone is worth the trip.
Beyond Dinan? Walking trails EVERYWHERE. Seriously, bring good shoes. Coastal paths with breath-taking views. Plenty of little towns to explore. Saint-Malo is a day trip, definitely worth it – walled city, pirates (well, their descendants), it's awesome. And if you're feeling adventurous, there's kayaking, windsurfing, all sorts of water sports. We tried kayaking and I nearly capsized. I panicked. My son, bless him, just kept paddling. I swear, he's got better balance than I do. Oh, did I mention crepes? Eat ALL the crepes. Sweet, savory… just crepes. Your waistline will thank me later. (Maybe... probably not.)
Let's talk food. Where should I EAT?! I NEED to know about the local cuisine.
Okay, foodie alert! This is my bread and butter... *or*... my *crepe* and butter, rather! Breton cuisine is fantastic, but you've gotta be prepared to embrace butter. And seafood. And, yes, more butter. Restaurants in Dinan are lovely. Don't expect Michelin stars everywhere, but you will get *good* food. Try the galettes (savory buckwheat crepes) – ham, egg and cheese! Seriously, heaven.
The seafood is AMAZING, obviously. Freshly caught, cooked to perfection. Find a little *poissonerie* (fishmonger) and grab some oysters. Get some local cider. The drinks are divine. The worst thing about it all, is your clothes shrink. Honestly, it is true. The cider makes everything delicious, the food is so fresh. Just go, and enjoy it. Don't be afraid to try something new. Embrace the language barrier (my French is... well, let's just say I get by). Just point, smile, and enjoy the food. And the butter. Seriously, go with it. (And if you see a restaurant that appears too expensive run, don't be afraid to eat a takeaway crepe on the beach, no one will judge you)
Anything I should REALLY watch out for, or any little "insider tips" I should know?
Okay, insider tips. Firstly, the weather. It can change on a dime. Pack layers. Seriously. One minute you're sunbathing, the next, you're huddled under a blanket. Be prepared to be a chameleon. The wind can whip up, so if you're planning on sitting on the beach, get there early. Also, parking in Dinan can be a nightmare, particularly in the summer. Plan accordingly, or just wear comfortable shoes and prepare to walk.
Secondly, learn a few basic French phrases. *S'il vous plaît* (please), *merci* (thank you), *bonjour* (hello), *au revoir* (goodbye). It goes a long way. Even if you butcher the pronunciation (which I do, constantly), they'll appreciate the effort. And finally: Embrace the "slower" pace of life. Things move a little slower in Brittany. Relax, breathe, and don't worry about constantly checking your phone. You're on holiday, remember? Oh, and one last thing: The seagulls. They are *relentless*. Guard your food. Seriously, they will steal it right out of your hand. I'm not kidding. They're like winged bandits. I saw one make off with a whole baguette. Beware.
Would you go back? Honestly. (And would *you* recommend it?)
Absolutely. Unequivocally. Yes. I'd go back in a heartbeat. Imperfections and all. The house was comfortable. The beach was beautiful. The food was divine. And even though the kids fought (as they invariably do), the memories we made are priceless. I mean, apart from nearly capsizing.
Would I recommend it? YES. Especially if you're looking for a good blend of relaxation and adventure. Just be prepared for a few quirks (like the Wi-Fi, the seagulls, the changeable weather). Come with an open mind, a sense of humor, and a healthy appetite for butter. And for goodness sake, pack a sandcastle bucket. You won't regret it. Except, maybe, when the tide takes your majestic sandcastle away. But hey, it's all part of the experience,Wander Stay Spot
