Parisian Chic on a Budget: Ibis Styles Bezons Hotel Review
Parisian Chic on a Budget: Ibis Styles Bezons Hotel Review – My Chaotic Adventure in Bezons (and Why You Might Actually Love It!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my experience at the Ibis Styles Bezons. Forget polished, picture-perfect travel blogs; this is the raw, unfiltered, occasionally-slightly-crying-with-laughter truth. This review is going to be a wild ride, just like my stay. And trust me, after a whirlwind tour of Paris itself, this budget-friendly oasis in Bezons, France was the perfect landing spot – flaws and all.
First Impressions: Arrival & Accessibility – The Good, The Bad, and the Slightly Confusing
Finding the Ibis Styles Bezons was easy. Thank heavens for GPS! The location? Bezons. Don't expect the Eiffel Tower to be visible from your window, but the convenience of a free parking spot, crucial when you're on a budget, was a massive win.
Accessibility: (Important because, hey, travel should be for *everyone*) The hotel claims to be wheelchair accessible. I didn't personally test this, but there's an elevator (thank goodness for that!), and they do list facilities for disabled guests. Big thumbs up for trying. Getting more specific information on room accessibility would be a definite improvement.
Check-in: Smooth and efficient. Contactless check-in/out? Check! This is a HUGE plus these days. The 24-hour front desk meant I could arrive whenever my travel-addled brain allowed. The lobby? Pretty standard, but clean and with a splash of the Ibis Styles quirky design (expect bright colours!).
My Room: A Fortress of Solitude (Mostly)… and Free Wi-Fi! Praise the Lord!
The first thing I noticed was that my room was clean. Clean, CLEAN. HUGE win in my book. The air conditioning was a lifesaver during a sudden heatwave. And let's talk about the free Wi-Fi. Life-saving. Essential. I mean, I needed to check my emails, stalk my ex, and, you know, write this review. The internet was fast (a welcome relief!), and available in all rooms (praise be!).
Now, let's be real. This isn't the Ritz. The decor was… well, "modern minimalist" is a generous description. Think functional, but not necessarily Instagram-worthy. The room was a bit small, but I wasn't planning on hosting a dance party, so it did the job.
The Amenities: A Mixed Bag with a Few Sparkling Gems
- Breakfast: The Asian breakfast option sounded intriguing, though I’m not exactly sure what that even means in a French hotel. The buffet itself, was… well, it was fine. Standard continental fare. You got your croissants, your coffee, your cereal. The fact breakfast in room was available was a great option.
- No on-site accessible restaurants / lounges, or Asian cuisine in restaurant: This is a big miss for me. I would have preferred more diversity in cuisine
- Things to do and ways to relax: Don't get your hopes up for a full-blown spa experience. There's no pool with a view (unless you're into a view of a parking lot, which, hey, no judgement!), no sauna, and the fitness center wasn't exactly a state-of-the-art gym. I didn't check out the gym/fitness, massage, spa, spa/sauna, steamroom, swimming pool, or swimming pool [outdoor].
- Dining and drinking: The restaurants and bar were basic, but convenient. I grabbed a coffee in the coffee shop. I had a few drinks from the Poolside bar.
The Quirks, the Quirks! (And the Room for Improvement)
- The Bathroom: Okay, the bathroom was… functional. The shower had decent pressure. The hair dryer worked. All good!
- Service: The staff were generally friendly and helpful, but it wasn't the type of place where they remember your coffee order. But hey, they were efficient.
- Room Decorations: Minimal. Think bare walls. Bring some photos of your loved ones or you'll feel a little bleak.
- The Noise: I'm a light sleeper, and the soundproofing wasn't top-notch. I could occasionally hear the hallway. (But, hey, I've stayed in far worse hotels!)
Cleanliness and Safety: Gotta Give Credit Where Credit's Due
This is where the Ibis Styles Bezons really shone, especially in the current climate. Hand sanitizer everywhere! Staff trained in safety protocol. Rooms sanitized between stays. Daily disinfection in common areas. Individually-wrapped food options. I REALLY appreciated their efforts. They're clearly taking this seriously, which gives you a lot of peace of mind.
Important Stuff you may need:
- Car park [free of charge], is a huge win!
- Internet [LAN], is available, perfect for those who need stable internet
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! a life saver
- Air conditioning in public area, is essential.
- Elevator, crucial for a hotel.
The "But… " or "Where They Could Do Better" Section
- Dining Options: The food could be a bit more exciting. A few more local or interesting choices would elevate the experience.
- Ambience: It lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. A bit more personality in the common areas would make it feel less generic.
- Spa, Sauna, and other relaxations: These are missing, that would have been perfect
The Verdict: Would I Stay Again?
Absolutely. For the price, location, and cleanliness, it's a solid choice, especially if you're on a budget and want to explore Paris without breaking the bank. It's not glamorous, but it's practical, safe, and the free Wi-Fi makes it a winner in my book.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary isn't your sterile, bullet-pointed guide to "effortless travel." This is real life, Bezons edition. We're talking Ibis Styles Bezons Paris La Defense, and let's be honest, the "La Defense" part feels a little…optimistic. But hey, we're here, we're getting mildly lost, and we're rolling with it.
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Budget Hotels
- 14:00: Arrived at Charles de Gaulle. Jet lag hits like a brick. Immediately crave a pain au chocolat, because when in France. The airport smells faintly of stale coffee and lost dreams. Found the RER B train - not as glamorous as I imagined, more like a very long, slightly cramped metal tube filled with people looking exactly as tired as I feel.
- 16:00: Finally, finally, arrived at Ibis Styles Bezons. The lobby is…well, it's an Ibis Styles. Bright colors, slightly over-zealous design choices. The receptionist is lovely, though, which makes up for the aggressively patterned wallpaper. Feeling a deep kinship with the sad, slightly wilted artificial flowers.
- 17:00: Room check. Okay, it's small. Real small. But clean! Relief washes over me. Found the tiny, meticulously folded towels, and vowed to steal a few as souvenirs. (Just kidding…mostly.) That bed looks awfully inviting though…
- 18:00: Stroll around Bezons. Let's be honest, "stroll" is a generous term. More like a slightly dazed shuffle. Find a boulangerie, naturally. Purchased the aforementioned pain au chocolat. It's heaven. I could eat a dozen.
- 19:00: Dinner at…well, I thought there might be recommendations. Turns out, Bezons isn't exactly a culinary hotspot. Settled on a very mediocre pizza from a slightly sketchy establishment. (It was late, I was hungry, judgment impaired.) The pizza was probably okay (just not very memorable)
- 20:00: Back to hotel. Staring at the TV, which only has like, three channels, and the local ones are showing something I can’t even understand. Feeling a profound sense of disorientation and the crushing weight of the French language I don't really know. Trying to figure out if the water in the bathroom is safe for brushing one's teeth. It probably is.
- 20:30: Crash into bed. Jet lag wins. End of day one.
Day 2: The Eiffel Tower and my crippling fear of heights
- 08:00: Woke up. Did not get the promised pain au chocolat fix. Regret. Shower. That water situation…Still alive. Triumph.
- 09:00: Breakfast at the hotel. Buffet is … well, it’s a buffet. Standard continental fare. The coffee tastes suspiciously like it's been brewing since the last Ice Age. Ate a lot of croissants. Because.
- 10:00: Train to Paris. Getting a bit more confident with public transport, even though I almost got on the wrong line. Paris is…well, it's Paris. Even from the train window, you get a sense of that inimitable Parisian vibe.
- 11:00: Eiffel Tower! Holy smokes. The sheer size of it is breathtaking. The crowds, however, are less so. Queues are long. So very long.
- 11:30: First, I hate heights! I mean, seriously, I have a genuine fear of falling off things. This is a challenge, but there's no way I'm missing this. Made my way up the tower. (I think I might have hyperventilated slightly.) The view from the top is spectacular, even though I'm clinging to the railing like a frightened koala.
- 12:30: After the Eiffel Tower…the surrounding area. Wandered around the Champ de Mars. Took selfies with the Eiffel Tower (because: tourist). Almost got run over by a scooter the size of a smart car. Parisians are aggressive drivers.
- 13:30: Lunch time. Finding a decent place to eat near the Eiffel Tower proves about as difficult as understanding quantum physics. Ended up at a tourist trap place where the sandwiches cost more than my rent. The food wasn't bad, but my wallet is currently weeping.
- 15:00: Louvre Museum. Just kidding. No way. I'm not trying to navigate that madness today. Maybe next time. Instead, strolled along the Seine. Watched the boats go by. Found a charming little secondhand book stall. (Bought a book in French, mostly for the aesthetic, and I promise I'll try to read it).
- 17:00: Chocolate at a cafe. Because, again, when in France. This time, a real, delicious, and overpriced, hot chocolate. Worth it. It was pure bliss.
- 18:00: Back to Bezons. The train ride feels interminably long. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people. I want to go back to my little room.
- 19:00: Pizza again. This time, a different place. Slightly better. Actually, a lot better. It had ham AND mushrooms. Maybe Bezons is on the up and up.
- 20:00: Collapse. Watch French TV. Attempt to understand. Fail miserably.
- 21:00: Journaling time. Reflecting on the day, the highs, the lows, how much I miss my cat, and how much pizza I’ve ingested. End of day two.
Day 3: The Quirks of the Suburbs and Goodbye?
- 09:00: Sleep finally feels amazing. Breakfast at the hotel. Managed to get a croissant before everyone else. Winner.
- 10:00: Decided to see more of Bezons. Maybe there are hidden gems? Walked past more rather bleak apartment blocks. Spotted a charming little park. Sat on a bench. Contemplated the meaning of life.
- 11:00: Visited the local market. Amazing sights! Some fruit that were so vibrant they were practically glowing, other things that were too intimidating to even attempt to identify. Bought a bag of grapes.
- 12:00: Lunch at my little cafe. Got a baguette, cheese, and an apple. Not bad.
- 13:00: Head to the hotel room to repack my suitcase.
- 14:00: Check out! Leaving. I don't know how to express this feeling! Ready for Paris, or perhaps a trip home.
- 15:00: Back to the airport. Jet lag still holding strong. But it's been nice.
Final Thoughts:
This itinerary might not be perfect, but it's real. Bezons isn't the most glamorous place, but it was a good base. Paris is… well, Paris. It's overwhelming, beautiful, frustrating, and utterly unforgettable. I ate a lot of pizza and croissants. I conquered my fear of heights (mostly). I survived. And that, my friends, is a win. Au revoir, France!
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