Luxury Lyon Escape: Cour des Loges Radisson Collection Hotel Awaits
Okay, Buckle Up! My Unfiltered Take on Luxury Lyon Escape: Cour des Loges Radisson Collection Hotel
Alright, folks, let's talk Lyon. Not just Lyon, but Luxury Lyon. And not just any luxury, but the Cour des Loges Radisson Collection Hotel. I've been, I've survived, and I'm here to tell you… it's a lot. Let's break it down, shall we? Grab a coffee (or a stiff drink – you might need it) because this ain't your average travel review. Expect the real, beautifully messy truth.
Accessibility - The Good, The Bad, and the "Hmmm…":
Okay, so, accessibility. This is where things get slightly more complicated. While they tout "Facilities for disabled guests," let's be real. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I DID spend a good hour trying to locate the damn elevator from the main lobby. It's hidden! Like, ninja-level hidden. So, if mobility is your primary concern, CALL AHEAD and be very specific. They say it's accessible, but make sure you know the ins and outs before you arrive. I’m going to assume they have ramps and whatnot, but navigating those labyrinthine corridors with a walker? Probably not ideal.
The Internet: Free Wi-Fi, Praise Be!
Free Wi-Fi in the rooms? YES! Praise the tech gods! And it actually worked, unlike some hotels where the signal is weaker than my willpower on a chocolate-free diet. You also get the option of LAN. Again, I’m not sure why you’d do that, but hey, options are good.
Cleanliness & Safety – Finally, Some Peace of Mind:
Right, so… let's face it, right now, safety is KEY. They hammer home the hygiene protocols. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Staff trained in safety protocols? Double check. They've got hand sanitizer everywhere, more than I have in my entire apartment. I saw them sterilizing equipment, including those ridiculously ornate chandeliers. And you can opt out of room sanitization if you’re, you know, a germaphobe living a secret clean freak life. Honestly, I felt safer there than in my own home. So, huge thumbs up here.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Prepare to Eat (A Lot):
Where do I even begin? Okay, the Cour des Loges is a foodie's dream (and a dieter's nightmare, because, oh boy).
- Restaurants & Lounges: They have multiple restaurants. A la carte, buffet (though I'm a buffet skeptic after some food poisoning), and a Poolside bar, all offering international cuisine and even Asian cuisine! I can vouch for the coffee. It was strong enough to raise the dead. I’m not sure I’m a fan of the "alternative meal arrangement", but who can complain.
- Room Service: The 24-Hour Lifesaver: Let’s be real, sometimes you just want room service at 3 am. Especially after a long day exploring Lyon, or a night at a fancy bar. They get it.
- That Poolside Bar… My Dearest Friend: Okay, I spent a good part of one afternoon at that poolside bar. The service… not always lightning fast, but the view? Stunning. I ended up chatting with a fellow traveler from New Jersey while eating a salad as a way to feel somewhat healthy.
- Breakfast - A Mixed Bag: Breakfast, or should I say, the battle for your breakfast. It’s a buffet, and a decent one at that. But here’s a tip: If you want a truly magical breakfast experience, order it in your room. It’s the best. The croissant basket? Divine. The coffee? Still strong.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax – Spa Time!
Alright, time to unwind. The Spa. This is a strong point. They have it all: Sauna, steamroom, massage, spa, you name it. My advice? Go for the full experience. A body wrap and scrub? Yes, please. A massage? Absolutely. The pool with a view? Glorious. I spent an hour in the sauna just thinking about my life choices - pure bliss!
Rooms – Where the Magic (and the Price Tag) Happens:
Okay, the rooms. Prepare to be wowed. They’re beautifully decorated, soundproof, and… spacious. My room had a separate bathtub (which, yes, I used and loved), a private bathroom, and more towels than I knew what to do with. The blackout curtains? Essential for sleeping off all that wine. The bed was like a cloud. Actually, it's like a cloud made of pure comfort. The closet? Huge.
Services & Conveniences – They’ve Thought of Everything (Almost):
- The Concierge: These guys are your Lyon lifeline. They can get you reservations, give you advice, and generally smooth out your travel bumps.
- Daily Housekeeping: Honestly, it was like magic. My room was spotless every single day I was there.
- Laundry Service & Dry Cleaning: Essential for the clumsy (like me) or those who are there for more than a few days.
- Business Facilities: Need to work while you’re there? They’ve got you covered, with meeting rooms, and all that jazz.
- For the Kids: They have babysitting service and kids meals, if you are traveling with your family.
- Getting Around: They have airport transfers and a taxi service. If you are driving, the hotel has a free car park.
The Quirks & Imperfections (Because No Place is Perfect):
- The Maze: Seriously, that hotel is a maze. Budget extra time to get anywhere at first.
- The Price: Let's be honest, it's not cheap. You're paying for the luxury.
- The "French-ness": Sometimes, service is a little… French. By this, I mean a touch less enthusiastic than you might expect. It's charming, but don't expect overly effusive greetings.
My Verdict: This is Luxury, Done Right (Mostly)
Look, the Cour des Loges is a splurge. It's an investment in your sanity, your relaxation, and your taste buds. Is it perfect? No. Is it worth it? Absolutely. The location is great, the rooms are stunning, and the spa is divine. The staff is helpful, the food is incredible, and the cleanliness is top-notch. The overall experience? Memorable.
Final Thoughts – My Emotional Breakdown (Just Kidding… Mostly):
Lyon, to me, is a romantic city. Staying at the Cour des Loges just amplified that. It’s a place where you can truly relax, escape, and indulge. Come with an open mind, a sense of adventure, and a willingness to embrace the luxury. Because trust me, you'll be glad you did.
The Offer: Escape to Lyon - Reclaim Your Soul at Cour des Loges!
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- Unwind in luxurious, soundproof rooms: Enjoy cloud-like beds, private bathrooms, and all the amenities you need to feel pampered.
- Indulge in a culinary journey: Savor exquisite French cuisine at world-class restaurants and unwind at the poolside bar with a cocktail.
- Rejuvenate your body and soul: Immerse yourself in the Spa, including a sauna, steam room, and a pool with a view.
- Experience peace of mind: Rest assured with their strict safety measures including anti-viral cleaning products.
- Explore Lyon! Cour des Loges is a prime location.
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- Get your fill of the local cuisine at the restaurant with breakfast included
- Enjoy complimentary access to Spa.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're NOT crafting some pristine, Instagram-worthy travel itinerary. We're diving headfirst into a Lyon adventure, specifically at the Cour des Loges – that Radisson Collection Hotel – and frankly, after a few near-misses on connecting flights and a croissant incident that I'm still not over, I need a vacation from this vacation. Let's see what the chaos throws at us…
Cour des Loges & Lyon – My Slightly-Off-Kilter Odyssey:
Day 1: Arrival & "Where's My Damn Luggage?!"
- Morning (or what's left of it): Touch down in Lyon after a flight that felt longer than the Hundred Years' War. First hurdle? My luggage, mysteriously MIA. I swear the airline's lost-and-found system runs on a complex algorithm of "hide it and see if they notice." Spent an hour filing a report that involved a lot of pointing and increasingly frantic French. Bonjour, le stress!
- Afternoon: Finally, cabbed it (after a minor territorial dispute with a very determined Parisian with a tiny dog – I lost). Arrival at the Cour des Loges. Oh. My. God. This place is STUNNING. Seriously, it's like stepping into a fairytale…if fairytales had ridiculously comfortable beds. The sheer sense of history! The exposed beams! I briefly forgot my luggage woes and wanted to burst into a cheesy rom-com soundtrack. Immediately, though, I realized I hadn't packed my good boots and the fairytale dream cracked, like a forgotten cookie.
- Afternoon (Continued): Explored the hotel, stumbling upon that secret courtyard with the fountain. Pure magic! Managed to snag a glass of champagne, which instantly improved mood. Made a mental note to find the spa later – deep tissue massage is officially a necessity. Maybe it would resolve the luggage situation through pure psychic energy and post-bubble bliss?
- Evening: Dinner at the hotel restaurant, Les Loges. Tried to look sophisticated while desperately hoping the missing luggage would magically reappear. Ordered the "Chef's surprise menu." Mistake. I love surprises! But the first course? Rabbit pâté. I'm not saying it was bad, it was just… rabbit. Gave everything a shot, forced myself to eat it, but it wasn't my favorite. The wine, though… absolutely saved the evening. And, thankfully I’d packed my jeans!
- Emotional Reaction: Swing between pure, unadulterated joy at the beauty of the hotel and abject panic about the suitcase. I'd paid for it, you know? This morning I wished I’d learned a bit more French.
- Quirky Observation: The hotel staff. Every single one is ridiculously polite and stylish. Making me feel like a slob in my travel-wrinkled outfit. Seriously, I saw one porter wearing a scarf. Scarves inside. That's next-level hotel chic.
Day 2: Gastronomy, Ghosts, and the Quest for the Perfect Macaron
- Morning: Breakfast at the hotel. Pastries. Pastries. Pastries. Croissant perfection. Finally, something goes right! I think I ate my weight in them. Tried to channel my inner Julia Child and, in the process, almost spilled my café au lait. It all ran together, my appetite, the excitement, the fear for my luggage…
- Late Morning: Culinary tour in the Old Town (Vieux Lyon). Wandered through the traboules (secret passageways) and felt like I was in a history lesson. Saw some incredible bouchons - traditional Lyonnaise restaurants. Tried to get into one but the wait lines were insane. I'd imagined myself feasting like a queen, but apparently, I'm a commoner!
- Afternoon (Double Down!): Macaron Mania! I'm on a quest. A sugar-fueled, pistachio-flavored quest. I'm determined to find the perfect macaron in Lyon. Started at a famed patisserie. The macarons were pretty. Very pretty. Ate three. One salted caramel, one raspberry, one pistachio. They were good. But… not perfect. Went to a second well-regarded pastry shop. The line stretched around the block. They knew I was looking; my eyes scanned frantically at the perfect macaron. They also had a selection of chocolates that made me weep, I considered giving up macaroons and switching to truffles but I must be strong.
- Afternoon (Continuing): Ended up in a tiny, tucked-away pastry shop. The owner? A grumpy old man with a twinkle in his eye. He presented me with a single, perfect pistachio macaron. The shell was crisp, the filling was smooth, the flavor exploded in my mouth, a little green, a little nutty, truly perfect. I nearly cried. Definitely bought a box. I am willing to go hungry and cold to enjoy them. The rest of the bag of macaroons disappeared too.
- Evening: Ghost tour. Okay, I'm a sucker for spooky stuff. The tour was fascinating, with tales of hidden tunnels and the ghostly residents of Lyon. The city felt different in the dark, more mysterious. At first, I thought I saw a shadow in a corner. Only to realize it was me. That was my greatest fear, to be a ghost.
- Emotional Reaction: Utter, blissful joy at the macaron victory. Followed by a quiet, almost desperate, need to find more. Then there was a nervous giddiness during the ghost tour.
- Messy Structure: Basically, this day resolved around macarons. That's it. I may have skipped lunch. My stomach's fine, my soul is fed.
Day 3: Art, Shopping, and the Hotel's Spa (Finally!)
- Morning: Visited the Musée des Beaux-Arts. Got lost in the art. The building is amazing, the collection even better. Spent way too long staring at a painting that reminded me of a breakup. Art, man… it's a heavy emotional baggage.
- Afternoon: Explored the shops. Lyon is a shopper's paradise but I'm not. I've got a backpack with one outfit. I just window-shopped, which made me feel a tad inadequate. So. Much. Silk.
- Afternoon (Continued): Finally, FINALLY, the spa! The massage was heavenly. All the stress, all the luggage worries, all the macaron-induced sugar highs and crashes… melted away. I started to not care about the suitcase. Peace at last!
- Evening: One last dinner at the hotel. Ordered something adventurous. I'm still not sure what it was, but it was good. Tried to savor every bite. Packing up and heading home tomorrow. Time to say goodbye to what I may have loved the most… macaroons!
- Emotional Reaction: Tears of relief at the spa. A quiet sort of melancholy at the end of the trip. I was happy.
- Opinionated Language: The Cour des Loges is incredible. Go there. Stay there. Don't even hesitate. Also, everyone must find a perfect macaron. It's a life imperative.
Minor Categories (Because I Remembered…Sort Of)
- Transportation: Metro was fine, but I spent half the time confused about tickets. Cabs are expensive. Walking is best, even if it means getting lost.
- Food (Beyond Macarons!): The local cheeses are divine. Try the saucisson sec. Don't be afraid to experiment! Except with the rabbit pâté. Maybe.
- Accommodation: Cour des Loges? Perfection (seriously).
- Money: Spent way more than planned. (Surprise!)
Final Thoughts:
Lyon is a beautiful city. With cobblestone streets, charming locals, and enough history to make your head spin, this place has it all. More importantly, I learned that even a trip full of hiccups and luggage-related trauma can still be amazing. That the best moments can often be found in hidden pastry shops or the perfect macaron. And that maybe, just maybe, I can survive without a suitcase. (Wishful thinking? Probably.) Until next time, Lyon… and farewell, macarons!
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So, Cour des Loges. Is it actually as ridiculously opulent as it looks in the photos? (And do they scrub the cobblestones *every* day?)
Oh honey, let me tell you. The photos? They're probably *downplaying* it. I walked in, fully expecting to be underwhelmed, you know? The whole “luxury hotel” thing can be a bit… manufactured. But NOPE. I swear, the lobby *literally* glittered. Like, fairy dust levels of sparkle. And the cobblestones? Okay, I didn't *see* them scrubbing, but I spent a solid hour just admiring the way the light hit them. The whole place felt like stepping into a Renaissance painting that had a serious credit card. Seriously, opulent? Absolutely. And yes, I'm pretty sure they have a dedicated cobblestone-tidying squad. Maybe they use tiny, golden toothbrushes? I don't know, I didn't ask. I was too busy gawking and trying not to spill my complimentary champagne.
The Rooms! What are they *really* like? Did you find a secret passage to a wine cellar?
My room… okay, my room was basically a miniature palace. Seriously. Four-poster bed? Check. Velvet drapes thicker than my ego? Double check. My room felt more like I was in a castle than a hotel room, and I may or may not have spent a full afternoon just wandering around, touching things like a slightly-overwhelmed museum curator. And no, *no* wine cellar. Although, I did find a minibar stocked with what I *think* was liquid gold… or maybe it was just really, really good champagne. Honestly, at that point, it was all a blur of opulence and happy sighs. I did try to find a secret passage, I really, REALLY did. I tapped on walls, looked behind tapestries, even considered checking under the rug. Alas, my secret-passage-finding skills remain sadly underdeveloped. I'll keep trying.
Breakfast. The most important meal. What's the lowdown? Did they have croissants? (Please tell me they had croissants!)
Croissants? Darling, they don't *just* have croissants. They have a *croissant symphony*. Flaky, buttery, perfect croissants. They had every kind of croissant imaginable. Plain, chocolate, almond… I'm pretty sure I saw a croissant topped with gold leaf. Okay, maybe I didn't, but it *felt* that luxurious. The breakfast itself was a lavish spread, a gourmet gauntlet of everything your heart (and stomach) could desire. Eggs Benedict that practically sang, cheeses that made me weak in the knees, fresh fruit that tasted like sunshine… Honestly, I could have stayed in the breakfast room all day and probably *would* have, if only they'd let me. It was pure, unadulterated breakfast bliss. I may or may not have smuggled a croissant (or three) back to my room. Don't tell.
Alright, the Spa then! Did you get a massage? Was it worth the price tag? Spill the tea!
The spa… okay, the spa deserves its own chapter. I'm not even kidding. I went in there, feeling all stressed and jet-lagged and grumpy, and emerged… reborn. Seriously. Like, a whole new, slightly-less-grumpy human being. The massage therapist was a miracle worker. She found knots in my back I didn’t *know* I had, and then *melted* them away. It was ridiculously expensive, yes. But honestly? Worth. Every. Penny. I haven’t relaxed like that since… well, since before I had to pack for this trip. The facial was divine. The aromatherapy… transported me to a place where stress didn't exist. The experience, however, was only slightly tainted by the fact, that during my massage, I fell asleep and snored. Yes, I snored in a luxury spa. mortifying. I'm pretty sure she heard me, and even more sure she judged me, but still, it was bliss.
The Location! Is it actually convenient for exploring Lyon, or are you stranded on an island of fabulousness?
Okay, the location is GOLD. Seriously, it's like, right in the heart of the action. You can wander out the door and boom! You're surrounded by charming streets, amazing restaurants, and all the history you can handle. It's in the Vieux Lyon (Old Lyon) which is a UNESCO World Heritage site, remember that! I strolled to the cathedral in like, five minutes. And it’s a quick walk to the river, right? You can also hop on a metro. I did get slightly lost once (or twice… or maybe three times…) trying to find a specific bakery, but that's more a reflection of my terrible sense of direction than the hotel's location. It's *perfect*. And, the hotel staff were always happy to give me directions, even when I looked like a total disaster.
Service? Were the staff actually helpful and nice, or just… fancy and condescending?
Okay, this is a HUGE one. I’ve been to plenty of "luxury" places where the staff seemed to be silently judging your every move. Not here. The staff at Cour des Loges were *amazing*. genuinely helpful, friendly, and not at all stuffy. They were attentive, without being overbearing. They were always there to help, to answer questions, and to make you feel welcome. I'm talking genuine smiles, not that forced hotel-staff-smile. They remembered my name (which is always impressive) and even anticipated my needs. One particular member of staff, I believe his name was Pierre, was an absolute gem, helpful and incredibly patient. I'm not sure where they find these people, but they are superstars. It's what makes a *good* hotel a truly *great* one.
The Food? What about the restaurants? Did you eat at the fancy one? How was it?
Yes. Yes, I ate at the fancy restaurant. I *had* to. I mean, come on, it's part of the experience, right? My credit card screamed, but my stomach sang. The food was… well, it was an art. Each dish was a tiny masterpiece. The presentation alone was worth the price of admission. The flavors? Exquisite. The wine? Divine. The atmosphere? Romantic and intimate. I felt incredibly underdressed, however. I mean the people there were seriously stylish and I was wearing a simple dress, oh well. It was definitely a splurge (you've been warned), but the memories (and the lingering food coma) will last a lifetime. Definitely a highlight of the trip.
