Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Hotel D'Haussonville, Nancy, France
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Hotel D'Haussonville - Or, My Wallet's Still Recovering (But I'd Go Back!)
Okay, so I just got back from Hotel D'Haussonville in Nancy, France. And wow. Seriously, wow. Before I dive in, a disclaimer: this isn't your average, sterile hotel review. I'm going to tell you how it actually felt, the good, the slightly-less-good (because nothing's perfect), and the bits that made me want to sell a kidney just to stay longer. Buckle up, buttercups, because this is going to be a ride.
First Impressions: "Holy Moly, is this Real Life?"
The name says it all: "Unbelievable Luxury." And honestly? Not an overstatement. The lobby? Regal. The staff? Impeccably dressed and ridiculously polite (maybe too polite at first, but you get used to it). I swear, I felt like I'd stumbled into a fairytale. Check-in was a breeze, thanks to their contactless check-in/out option (essential in these times, and I appreciate it). They've got a 24-hour front desk, which is fantastic because jet lag is a cruel mistress. And the elevator? Smooth as silk.
Accessibility: A Plus! (But a Minor Whine)
They do have facilities for disabled guests, and that's fantastic. Wheelchair accessible? Yes! But, and here's a tiny, nitpicky note: navigating the (gorgeous!) aged stone floors did require a bit of extra care with my suitcase (but that's just me being clumsy, probably).
Cleanliness and Safety: Seriously, They're Obsessed. And I Love It.
If you're a germaphobe (like… me?), you’ll adore this place. Seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, individually-wrapped food options, physical distancing of at least 1 meter… they're practically running a biohazard clean-up crew on top of the hotel operation, and I’m here for it. The whole place smells clean. And they have rooms sanitized between stays and the option to room sanitization opt-out available if you are so inclined! They even have staff trained in safety protocol (they looked like they were ready to rappel from the chandeliers with disinfectant at any moment!). Hand sanitizer is everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I felt safer than a baby panda in a bamboo forest.
The Rooms: My Own Personal Palace (Almost.)
My room – let’s just say it was more like a suite. Air conditioning that actually works (miracle!), blackout curtains (crucial for beating jet lag), a safe box (for protecting that kidney-for-later money if I'd had any left), and a mini-bar stocked with things I thought I didn’t need (but totally did). Then there's the interconnecting room(s) available, so traveling with my family would be a breeze.
The details…oh, the details. Soft bathrobes, fluffy towels, and slippers that made me feel like I was perpetually padding around a cloud. There was a desk to work from (yes, I did some work…), and even a laptop workspace (which, ironically, I used to stream French rom-coms instead). Free Wi-Fi (thank the internet gods! And it was STRONG, I could check the status of my flights and share my lovely hotel, it was very important). The Wi-Fi in all rooms! option is just a must.
Bathroom Bliss:
The private bathroom was a showstopper. Separate shower/bathtub (a godsend), and the water pressure? Amazing. Complimentary toiletries (including those I actually used!) and a hairdryer that didn't just blow air around. The additional toilet was nice also.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Waistline's Not Happy
Alright, confession time: I may have gained a few pounds. Okay, a lot of pounds. The breakfast [buffet] was… epic. Seriously, a culinary adventure. From Asian breakfast options (hello, pho!) to the perfect Western breakfast, it was a feast for the senses. I really enjoyed the coffee/tea in the restaurant and the coffee shop where I'd order my morning coffee. Beyond that, the restaurants also served desserts in restaurant which was just the right amount of indulgence!
There were also restaurants to select from, with A la carte in restaurant options, the buffet in restaurant with Asian cuisine in restaurant selection, and I could also enjoy a salad in restaurant, soup in restaurant, and, last but not least, vegetarian restaurant and Western cuisine in restaurant.
If you're feeling fancy, the 24-hour room service is a dangerous but delicious option. I have to admit, I ordered a late-night snack bar! There was also a poolside bar, in case the pool and the incredible views weren't enough to entertain you.
Things to Do: Relaxation, French Style (You Can Do This!)
Okay, so I'm not much of a spa person, but, oh my god, the Spa at D'Haussonville. Just… go. Seriously. They have a sauna, a steamroom, a massage that melted away all my stress, and the Body scrub and Body wrap options just to luxuriate my body! The Foot bath helped me recover from walking around a lot and the Pool with view was great just to relax in, but if I didn't then there was the Swimming pool and Swimming pool [outdoor] options just to stay put and chill!
For the more energetic, there's a fitness center, but I'm pretty sure I only looked at it from afar. They do have a gym/fitness, though, if you are so inclined.
Services and Conveniences: They Thought of Everything! (Seriously)
They have everything you could possibly need (and more). Concierge service? Check. Daily housekeeping? Yes, and they're ridiculously thorough. Currency exchange? Yep. Laundry service? Absolutely. There's a convenience store for those midnight snack attacks.
Plus, they offer a ton of other services like Air conditioning in public area, Business facilities with Audio-visual equipment for special events, Cash withdrawal, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop (yes, I bought some souvenirs for home), Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities (meetings are cool there), On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center.
Getting Around: Easy Peasy (Mostly)
They offer a car park [free of charge] and also car park [on-site], car power charging station, airport transfer is available, and even valet parking. (Because, you know, I'm that fancy).
For the Kids:
I didn't bring any tiny humans, but they seem very well-equipped for them: Babysitting service, are Family/child friendly, they have Kids facilities, and even a Kids meal.
My (Slightly Chaotic) Conclusion
Hotel D'Haussonville isn't just a hotel; it's an experience. It's luxurious, it's beautiful, and it's (mostly) perfect. Yes, it’s expensive. But the quality is undeniable. I still feel a small pang of regret every time I look at my bank account… but then I think of the pool, the spa, the buttery croissants… and I start planning my return.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, this ain't your grandma's itinerary. This is me taking on Nancy, France, and Hotel D'Haussonville. Grab a coffee (or a gigantic glass of cheap wine, no judgement), because we're gonna get messy.
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Panic (Nancy, Here I Come…or Did I Already Mess Up?)
- 10:00 AM (Paris Time): Arrive at Charles De Gaulle. Okay, so far, so good. Except…where's my bag? Seriously?! This is how every trip begins for me, right? Cue the internal screaming. I swear, I packed it! Maybe it's in Narnia.
- 11:30 AM: Found the bag! Relief washes over me. Followed immediately by the crushing knowledge that I'm already 7 hours behind schedule. I should know better than to think punctuality could be achieved.
- 1:00 PM (Rough Estimate): Train to Nancy. The train is full of people who seem to know what they are doing. I'm furiously googling "how to French" and "how to not look like a complete buffoon in a railway station." I should probably be doing something productive, like getting acclimated to the French way of life, which clearly involves a chic scarf and the ability to look perpetually unruffled.
- 3:00 PM (ish): Arrival in Nancy. Hotel D'Haussonville! Okay, deep breaths. It looks gorgeous, I feel like I’ve wandered into a movie. The lobby is all antique furniture, and this scent, oh, this French scent. You know, one that screams "expensive" and "I haven't lost my mind". After a flight of stairs, which I barely climbed, my room is on the top floor, and it's beautiful, the kind of room that makes you want to drop your bag, throw yourself on the bed, and declare yourself queen of the world. I would do that, but I also need to find a bathroom. ASAP.
- 3:30 PM (or thereabouts): Unpacking… or, attempting to. I’m like a tornado in a luggage store. Somehow, I got toothpaste on my favorite scarf. Great start.
- 4:00 PM: A disastrous attempt to shower. The water pressure is nonexistent, and the temperature is fluctuating between "arctic blast" and "scalding hellfire." French plumbing, you magnificent paradox.
- 5:00 PM: Stumble out of the hotel and decide to walk around. I get lost. Repeatedly. I swear, I did! Then, I see it. Place Stanislas. Oh, my god. The gold, the architecture, the sheer grandeur of it all… I nearly burst into tears. It's breathtaking. And then, a pigeon poops on my shoulder. Classic.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. I'm going to be brave and try escargots. I mean, am I? No. My stomach is churning thinking about them.
- 8:00 PM: The escargot experience. Okay. Well, they taste like…garlic butter. I swear I can see them looking at me, thinking, "Oh, here comes an American with a camera and a look of utter horror." I eat them. I don't hate them. I don't love them. I feel like I've become slightly more sophisticated in the space of six snails.
Day 2: Nancy's Heart & My Very Questionable French
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. Croissants! Pain au chocolat! Coffee so strong it could raise the dead! I'm in heaven. Except the lady at the next table is judging me for eating three croissants. Whatever, lady.
- 10:00 AM: Musée des Beaux-Arts. I'm not a massive art person. But this place? The colors, the light, the sheer artistry… I was genuinely moved. I took enough photos to fill an Instagram account. Maybe I'll write a novel.
- 11:30 AM: Tried (and failed) to order a coffee in French. I ended up with a cup of something that resembled dishwater, and the barista gave me a look that said, "Bless your heart."
- 12:30 PM: Lunch. Found a little bistro and attempted to order a croque monsieur. Somehow, I ended up with…something. I think it was some kind of cheese and ham sandwich? It was delicious, though, so who's complaining?
- 2:00 PM: The Botanical Gardens. I love flowers. The gardens were more beautiful than I could have imagined. Wandered around for a while. Stared at the plants. Thought about writing a series of poems about their struggles.
- 4:00 PM: Back to Place Stanislas. I think I could spend all day there. Watched people walk by, contemplated the existential angst of pigeons, felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy. I got my photo taken. Of course. I, by the way, look utterly ridiculous compared to everyone else.
- 6:00 PM: Trying out, again, my French. I attempt to have a conversation with the elderly man at the wine shop down. I succeed in saying "bonjour" and then completely freeze! I start laughing and walk away, defeated. I should be able to say "wine," right? This is embarrassing.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Pasta. I needed the comfort food. It was a sad moment, a moment when all I needed was to have a good meal, and there was nothing to do but get up and face this pasta. This pasta was delicious.
- 9:00 PM: Write in my journal. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with Nancy, despite my continual blunders. I need more wine.
Day 3: The Lore Of Nancy & Maybe a Little Bit of Wine, Definitely More Disaster
- 9:00 AM: Deciding between the breakfast buffet and the idea of sleeping in, the sleep won, it was a great breakfast.
- 10:00 AM: The Musée Lorrain. History! And…I managed to completely misunderstand one of the exhibits and spent a solid 20 minutes staring at a display of weaponry, convinced it was a commentary on the art of cheese-making. I am an idiot.
- 12:00 PM: Trying to buy a postcard. I think I insulted the shopkeeper. I was just trying to ask if was a "post card" and instead, I'm pretty sure I'd asked him why he was wearing a funny hat.
- 2:00 PM: Just walking. I need it. The city has become a part of me.
- 4:00 PM: The problem is the wine. My brain gets slower the more I drink. I might need to limit myself. Yeah right!
- 6:00 PM: Packing. Packing is a disaster. Will I ever figure out how to do it?
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Trying to find a restaurant that isn't too touristy. I discover that I still have almost no idea what I'm doing. Sigh!
- 9:00 PM: One last glass of wine, and writing, I’m going to miss this place.
Day 4: Departure - Tears, Joy, and a Vow to Return (and Maybe Learn Some French)
- 9:00 AM: The final breakfast. I'm genuinely sad to leave. I’ve actually grown fond of the chaotic, beautiful, pigeon-ridden mess that is Nancy.
- 10:00 AM: Last-minute souvenir shopping. I buy a beret I'll probably never wear and a book I'll likely never read. I don't care.
- 11:00 AM: Checking out of Hotel D’Haussonville. The staff is lovely, and now I wish I would have practiced my French. Maybe next time.
- 12:00 PM: Train to Paris.
- 1:00 PM: A little bit of time passes.
- 2:00 PM: Paris!
- 2:00 PM: I never want to leave Nancy. Now, I am not so sure I am still ready to go back, but I will! I'm really glad I came.
This, my friends, is not just a travel itinerary. It's a confession, a celebration of screw-ups, a love letter to a city, and a reminder that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones where everything goes a little bit wrong. And that, my friends, is beautiful.
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