The Genuine Innocence of Old Provence
For nostalgic Francophiles who haven’t yet fulfilled their dream of a home in Provence, there is Hostellerie de Crillon le Brave, nestled in the hills of the Rhone Valley. Beside the local church a cluster of 16th- and 17th-century honey-colored stone buildings creates a village within a village. This quintessential Provencal country inn is comfortably and tastefully decorated with simple fruitwood antiques and luminous Cezanne-colored Souleiado fabrics.
The main house once served as the local priest’s home and village school. The flagstone terrace is shaded by cypress and fig trees, clematis and jasmine. In the distance, fields of lavender and olive trees stretch toward the dramatic contours of 6,000-foot Mont Ventoux. The hotel’s terraced Mediterranean gardens lead down to quiet sun-dappled comers and the beautifully sited swimming pool. Crillon le Brave is out of the loop, a tranquil spot far from any hubbub, though a roster of tempting day trips might succeed in luring you away from your new-found home deep in the heart of Provence—temporarily.