This was our third and we have both agreed final trip to the Hotel George Sand. A hotel which we had always found to be a good stay over between the north coast and our house in the Midi.
What previously had been enjoyable quirks with this hotel became a real pain on this trip. There was a feeling that something had changed since our last visit in late April and the heart of the hotel and the team who ran it and the attached restaurant was missing.
The whole stay was a catalogue of minor and Major mishaps, including being told the lift was not working and carrying bags up a narrow spiral stone staircase two flights, when it was, a shower cubicle which like many in older French hotels, requires you to be a contortionist to enter. Others though do not collapse upon you when you are in them and then jam open for the next occupant.
The evening restaurant service was rushed and they were clearly training a new member of staff who was then left alone to attend to us, lack of team work. This then led to a mix up on our order,
However the thing which really riled us both was the breakfast or should I say the lack of it, we were asked at what time we wanted breakfast and this was agreed at 8:00, we had also said that we would move our dinner booking not to clash with a large group. So at 8;00 we arrived to the breakfast room, tables unlaid, no coffee or tea, limited buffet of dried fruit and yoghurt and nothing else. Except for every single member of the large group. .