Bliss in paradise
Review Submitted: January 11, 2010
Date of Stay: July 2009
We have been trying to compose a review which doesn't sound over-the-top but have failed so I am afraid any readers will just have to accept that this place really is as headlined.
In July 2009, we stayed for two weeks and wished for more.
The house is quietly situated, amply comodious (at our most populous, we had four adults and two children) and contains all the facilities you could wish for.
Credit-crunched, we cooked most evenings in the large, well-equipped kitchen, ate under the canopy on the sheltered patio outside the window and nattered late into the evenings as miscreant children watched satellite TV.
Monied or not, we just had to try a couple of restaurants and a few bars in the town ... an easy ten-minute walk down the road or dried up river-bed path.
What a lovley village (I suppose that it is a compliment that Collioure is the favourite potential location for the French version of the Doctor Martin series).
All the above was so good, we didn't make it to Spain (and I am a Dali addict); only visited the beach once; but did drive to Ceret (recommended stroll, cafe/bar chats and people-watching) and Corsavy (chef's-way-or-no-way hard core French local restaurant can't be bad).
During our stay, we had two sets of near-ex-pats over for a couple of days each from Bordeaux and Agen. They also fell in love with both Collioure and Carol's home.
(And that is a crucial point, it feels like a home not a holiday villa.)
All of us, but especially the two ten-year old girls, spent their time in and out of, and in and in yet again, the pool. And when they weren't being smeared in sunblock, they were finding the ripest bunches of grapes in the lush, terraced, fully planted garden. We also cooked the herbs.
Now, the holiday comes back in beautiful vignettes: I remember ambling down the road each morning to the bakers for bread and returning also loaded with pastries; staring for hours through my binoculars over the valley and around the vinyards on to which the garden backs; and quaffing beer (and / or wine) as I tried valiantly to imitate the Tatin sisters.
There must be something that wasn't as good as we had hoped ... ah, yes, there was: Carol's daughters' taste in music, no names no packdrill. After all, when-when-when the recovery happens, we want to return.
If you seek bliss in paradise, you can assume that we and our friends thoroughly recommend Carol's place in France.
Recommended for:
Age 55+,
Girls Getaway,
Tourists without a Car,
Sightseeing,
Families with Teenagers,
Families with Young Children,
Romantic Getaway
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