Secluded in a 20-acre aromatic park of olive and cypress trees, lavender, rosemary, and thyme is a hidden little retreat called les Bories, which is located on a quiet road across from Gordes. Les Bories is a five-star luxury hotel with a beautiful spa that offers extensive treatments.
So in keeping with my tradition of getting a massage while my husband is biking away in a cyclist’s paradise, I just can’t get enough of les Bories! Being able to wander around Gordes afterward is a plus.
Funny story though. My first time to les Bories, I felt a little out of place since I wasn’t use to luxury resorts and had never even had a massage before. In fact, in our early travels, we use to travel on $30 a day for two people. Now on $30 a day, you can still eat like a king in France—the outdoor markets, the bread, the cheese, the everything!
So I am dropped off at les Bories, planning to meet up with my husband later in Gordes. My plan was to walk the hotel’s gentle fitness trail that takes you from the resort right into the village. Graciously, the five-star resort offered to drive me to the village after the treatment, but I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone since I already felt out of place. So I said: “That’s okay. I can just walk the trail down. No problem.”
Problem! With my inherent lack of sense of direction, somehow I got off the short trail and was completely lost. Perhaps it had to do with my not understanding French signs. So after just enjoying the most relaxing massage of a lifetime, I am now wandering around in the intense heat of Provence completely lost in the garrigue on a very secluded dirt road. On top of that, bees are swarming me as I am covered in honey and other concoctions from my massage. I walked and walked in the blazing sun, occasionally passing gated mansions and thinking that sooner or later I would have to ring someone’s intercom for help. Somehow I kept going. After quite some time, I made it out onto a main road. At this point I sensed I was well above the village and started to make my way down the road, relieved that at least I had made it to a main road. Long behold, a happy biker goes whipping by with delight. Yes, my husband is having a grand old time while I am now a disheveled mess of sweat and dehydration and terror!
Yet, none of that has stopped me from returning to les Bories—a beautiful, secluded retreat with treatments such as the Egyptian Beauty Therapy, the Greco-Roman Therapy, and the Coeur de Provence Therapy that will keep you coming back again and again.
À bientôt!
Very funny–I love the part about the bees chasing you!
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Oh my goodness! What craziness! So glad you found your way home eventually, AND had the courage to visit this beautiful place again. 🙂
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This story sounds like me on so many levels – never having had a massage, travelling on next-to-no money, discomfort in a luxury resort, not wanting to inconvenience anyone and then wandering in the heat in ever-increasing fear. We both know too well that France is not just one romantic lunch spot after another – but we also both know that despite all of the above, we are still drawn back.
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Yes, drawn back again and again despite the challenges, which are easier to overlook because it’s France! I left out the details of my last stay how even though the rental was outstanding, it was 95 degrees at night and there was no air conditioning. It was so stifling! We had to keep the windows open just to breathe a little, and thus bats were probably flying in and out over my head at night, not to mention the sounds of prehistoric animals all through the night! It was a bit torturous, yet we long to go back.
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You sound exactly like the guests that I love to have in our house. Sometimes, despite the best efforts to make sure that everything is wonderful for our guests, not even we can control a heatwave. (We do have very efficient, silent Dyson cooling fans though!). Funny, too, how the different sounds from daytime turn into something altogether different at night.
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