Toulon's BEST New & Air-Conditioned Apartment! (Fully Equipped!)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your average, sterile hotel review. We're diving headfirst into Toulon's BEST New & Air-Conditioned Apartment! (Fully Equipped!), and trust me, I've got opinions. Prepare for a messy, honest, and hilarious breakdown that’ll hopefully convince you to ditch the guidebook and embrace the apartment life.
First Impressions: "Oh, Thank God for Air Conditioning!"
Let's be real. Toulon, in the summer? It’s hot. So, the very first thing that hit me upon arrival was… bliss. The air conditioning! A glorious blast of chilled air that banished the sticky, sun-baked misery instantly. Seriously, if you’re traveling in peak season, this is non-negotiable. The apartment itself? Sparkling. Brand spanking new. And fully equipped – a promise few hotels actually keep.
Accessibility Adventures (Or, How I Nearly Tripped Over My Own Feet… But Then Found a Really Cool Elevator)
Okay, let's talk accessibility. This is where things get… interesting. While the apartment claims to be accessible, I'm gonna level with you. My perfectly healthy legs found a few stairs lurking around. It's not a nightmare, but keep this in mind if you’re relying heavily on wheelchair access. The elevator? Yes, and it’s actually pretty slick, which is a massive win, especially with luggage. Finding accessible restaurants ON-SITE? Well, that’s where things get a little… vague. I didn't see any, not in a traditional sense, but more on that later.
Internet, Glorious Internet (and the Eternal Quest for Wi-Fi)
Listen, in the modern age, Wi-Fi is as essential as oxygen. And thankfully, this place delivers! Free Wi-Fi in ALL rooms! Praise be! The connection was swift, reliable, and allowed me to stream all my favorite terrible reality shows without buffering. There’s also Internet access – LAN, but honestly, who uses that anymore? Wi-Fi in public areas was a bonus, too – good for posting Insta-stories about how amazing my AirBNB… I mean, Apartment… was.
"Things to Do" (and Ways to Actually, You Know, Relax)
This is where the apartment really shines. The swimming pool? Oh, the swimming pool. The Pool with a view! It's breathtaking. Seriously, the view from the pool deck is like something out of a magazine. And the Spa/sauna and Steamroom, I could easily just move right in, forget the world, and live happily ever after. Though, if you're into Body scrub or Body wrap, this place offers that too. They even have a Fitness center – perfect for working off all those croissants. Massage? Sign me up!
One afternoon after a truly harrowing day of sightseeing (that involved a near-disaster with a scooter and a very grumpy French bulldog) I found myself sprawled out on a sun lounger, margarita in hand (okay, maybe two). It was pure, unadulterated bliss. This is what holidays are made of, right?
Cleanliness and Safety: Because No One Wants the "Toulon Tummy"
Okay, this is HUGE for me. I'm a bit of a germophobe (please, judge away!), and I was thrilled by the commitment to cleanliness. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Hand sanitizer in all the right places? You betcha. The staff clearly take hygiene seriously. More importantly, they had individually-wrapped food options! I'm so glad that I could eat the breakfast in room without fear!!
And, as a bonus, they also have Breakfast takeaway service.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Gastronomic Adventure (Mostly)
The apartment itself doesn't have a restaurant, but it’s smack-bang in the middle of the city, so your food options are endless. Room service? 24-hour! And the Poolside bar is clutch. I did, however, venture downstairs for a coffee, and I will say. I had some delicious Coffee/tea in restaurant. I'm not usually one for coffee shops, but the vibes were immaculate, and the desserts were to die for. The Happy hour at the bar was also a welcome treat.
Services and Conveniences: They Thought of Everything (Almost)
Air conditioning in public area? Check. Elevator? Check. Concierge? Check. Daily housekeeping? Double check. Luggage storage? Tripple check. Basically, they've thought of everything you could need. They even have a Gift/souvenir shop for those last-minute presents. But, the real game-changer? The Contactless check-in/out. Boom! Smooth, efficient, and perfect for someone who hates waiting in lines. Laundry service? Saved my life (and my suitcase).
For the Kids: If You're Into the Whole "Family" Thing
I, personally, flew solo this trip, but if you are traveling with children, you're in luck! Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal… everything you could need to survive a family vacation. You are on the right track here!
Getting Around: Making Your Getaway a Breeze
Airport transfer? Score! Car park [free of charge], if you're driving. And Taxi service is readily available. Getting around Toulon is a breeze from this location.
Available in All Rooms: The Nitty-Gritty Delight
Ah, the details! Air conditioning? Duh! Coffee/tea maker? Essential! Free bottled water? A lifesaver, especially after a long day in the sun. Mini bar? For those late-night snacks. The Internet access – wireless was the real star of the show (as mentioned), letting me post every single gorgeous photo to Instagram. Blackout curtains? Hallelujah! Sleep is essential for travel!
My Takeaway: Book It! (Unless You Hate Fun)
Look, this apartment isn't perfect. The accessibility could be better, and the lack of an on-site restaurant is a minor inconvenience. BUT, the location is prime. The amenities are fantastic. And the overall vibe is relaxed and enjoyable. It's the perfect base for exploring Toulon and its surrounding areas.
My Emotional Reaction: I loved it. Seriously. It was clean, comfortable, and the staff were genuinely friendly and helpful. I came back home feeling refreshed and re-energized. The air conditioning alone is worth the price of admission.
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Hobart's Hidden Gem: Allurity Hotel - Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary is gonna be less "smooth sailing" and more "seasick sailor battling a rogue wave of existential dread – but with good snacks." This is my itinerary, not some sterile, pre-fab travel brochure. And we're going to Toulon. Wish me luck!
Subject: Toulon Turbulence - My Totally Unplanned Adventure in a T1 Apartment (Bis Neuf Climatisé Tout Équipé, Apparently)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Apartment Hunt (and the Great "Where Did I Leave My Passport?!" Moment)
- 14:00 – Arrive in Toulon. Or, as I like to call it, "The City Where My Phone Roamed For God Knows Where Before Finally Connecting." I am, of course, immediately lost, clutching a crumpled piece of paper with the address scrawled on it. "T1 Bis neuf…” sounds fancy. Does "Bis" mean "twice the chance of tripping over something on the stairs"? Also, where IS the passport? Did I leave it on the plane? Oh god. This is not a good start. Deep breaths. Find said address.
- 15:00 – Finally! Found the apartment. "Neuf" – yep, it's new alright. Still, the key is a bit wonky, it takes me a good few minutes of jiggling to get the door open! I should have packed some WD-40. First impressions: surprisingly clean. Climatisé – thank the heavens, cause the walk was brutal. But the fridge… well, the fridge looks like it's been through a war. Half-melted ice cream, a suspicious-looking container. Note to self: grocery shop, and thoroughly inspect fridge contents before consumption.
- 16:00 - 18:00 – Apartment exploration, and unpacking (or, the art of shoving everything into drawers and pretending I'm organized). The included "tout équipé” turned out to mean a slightly wonky kettle and a terrifying-looking coffee machine. This is where the existential dread starts to creep in: Am I going to spend the next week drinking instant coffee? I have to find an actual coffee shop. The balcony is small but offers a decent view. A grumpy old man with a baguette is staring at me from across the street, I think he is judging my unpacking skills.
- 19:00 – Dinner. Walked around the neighborhood, found a "bistro" – more like a slightly dingy, but wonderfully charming, local haunt. Ordered whatever the waiter pointed at (my French is… developing). Turns out? Divine. Some kind of fish stew. And wine. The wine is a welcome distraction from the passport-related anxiety (still haven't found it).
- 21:00 – Stumbled back to the apartment. The wine is a bit of a blur. Attempted Netflix and… climatisé really does work – I fell asleep almost instantly.
Day 2: Markets, Messes and the Search for the Perfect Pastry
- 09:00 – Woke up. Still no passport. Panic level, rising! Must breathe. Find a café that actually makes good coffee. The croissants, when I finally find a bakery, are… life-changing. Flaky, buttery… I could cry. The search for the perfect croissant is officially the most important task of the day.
- 11:00 – The market! Toulon's market is a riot of color, smells and shouting vendors. Tomatoes the size of my head, mountains of cheese, and enough olives to make a Roman emperor jealous. Tried to haggle for some fruit, failed miserably. My French is still… struggling. Ended up buying a truly hideous, but apparently very local, sun hat.
- 13:00 - 16:00 – Lunch. Found a tiny place tucked away on a side street. The owner, a tiny woman with fiery eyes and a voice like sandpaper, practically force-fed me bouillabaisse. Amazing. Afterward, wandered aimlessly for a bit, just taking it all in. The sun, the people, the sheer, glorious mess of it all.
- 16:00 - 18:00 - Back to the apartment for a nap. The lack of proper sleep from the flight combined with the wine from yesterday.
- 19:00 - Dinner. Tried to cook in the apartment. Spectacular failure. Burned the pasta, nearly set off the smoke alarm…. This "Tout équipé" setup is a cruel joke. Gave up and went back to the bistro. Ate more fish stew.
- 21:00 – A stroll along the harbor. The boats, the lights, the sea breeze… Toulon is actually quite stunning. Starting to feel a little less lost. Though, I still don't know where my passport is.
Day 3: The Harbour, The Mountain, And My Existential Crisis About Fish
- 09:00 – Right. Today, adventure. Climb Mount Faron! But first, coffee. And croissants. For sustenance.
- 10:00 – The Toulon Harbour is awesome. Stood there for a long time, admiring the view.
- 11:00 - 14:00 – Climbing Mount Faron. Took the cable car. Not a difficult climb at all, but the views from the top are breathtaking. The Mediterranean sprawled out before me, the city a distant blur. Felt a moment of peace, then immediately started wondering if I’d left the iron on.
- 14:00 – Lunch at a restaurant on the mountain. They served some kind of fish. I love fish. But I'm starting to have an existential crisis about all the fish I've eaten. Is it too much fish? Am I slowly turning into a mermaid? (The sun hat isn't helping). Need… something other than fish.
- 16:00 - Back to the apartment. Passport still MIA.
- 19:00 – Another dive into local food. Did all the research. Still went back to the fish stew place because it's comforting, and they don't ask too many questions about the state of my life.
- 21:00 – Finally. After DAYS of sheer, unadulterated panic, I. Found. The. Passport! Inside a shoe. Don't ask. The relief was immense. Celebrated by eating an entire chocolate bar.
Day 4: The Naval Museum and the Search for the Perfect Souvenir (and More Fish)
- 10:00 – Naval Museum. I'm not usually a "museum person," but the history of Toulon is fascinating. Learned about the French navy, battles, and a lot more than I thought I would. Found myself weirdly engrossed in the stories of the sailors.
- 12:00 – The search for the perfect souvenir begins. A tiny, decorative wooden boat? A dodgy postcard? The pressure is on! Ended up buying a t-shirt that reads "I <3 Toulon" in aggressively bright colors. Regret it immediately. Still, it's a souvenir. And maybe a testament to the fact that, despite my best efforts, I haven't completely ruined my trip.
- 15:00 – Beach time! The beach is beautiful, I have to admit. The water is clear. Almost forgot the passport anxiety. Almost.
- 17:00 – Back to the apartment. This is the time I usually start regretting things.
- 19:00 – Dinner. You guessed it. More fish. I am now officially one with the Mediterranean.
Day 5: The Final Day (And Trying to Remember Where I Put My Phone Charger…)
- 09:00 – Last-minute croissant run. Must savor the last one.
- 10:00 - 14:00 – Packing. The art of cramming everything back into the suitcase whilst trying not to make a complete mess. The apartment is surprisingly easy to clean. It is time to check out.
- 15:00 – One last wander around. Trying to embed every last detail of Toulon and the sea into my memory.
- 16:00 – Head to the airport. Or, more accurately, begin the desperate search for the lost phone charger.
- 18:00 – On the plane. Exhausted, slightly sunburned, smelling faintly of fish. But happy. Toulon? It was a mess. It was frustrating. It was beautiful. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Epilogue:
I left, slightly worse for wear. But with a slightly better understanding of not only Toulon, but also, myself. And maybe, just maybe, a newfound appreciation for fish stew. Until next time, Toulon! And to whomever rents out that T1 Bis Neuf Climatisé Tout Équipé next… good luck. You’ll need it.
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Okay, spill the beans: Is this place *really* as amazing as it sounds? "Best New & Air-Conditioned Apartment in Toulon! (Fully Equipped!)" sounds like a fairytale.
Alright, alright, lay off the pressure! Look, "amazing" is subjective, right? I mean, I think it’s *freaking fantastic*. Seriously. Air conditioning? Yes, and THANK GOD, because Toulon in August is basically Satan's sauna. New? Relatively! It's not crumbling, which is a huge win in a city where buildings seem to have been around since the Roman Empire. Fully equipped? Okay, here’s where things get *slightly* less rose-tinted… There's a Nespresso machine, but I swear, that thing fought me the first day. Like, a full-blown coffee-machine-vs-me showdown. I won, eventually, with a YouTube tutorial and a whole lot of swearing. So, yes, equipped. And yes, *mostly* as amazing as I'm letting on. Maybe. Kinda.
Air Conditioning?! Seriously! Is it the good kind… or the "barely-makes-a-difference" kind?
Listen, I've lived in places where the AC was basically a whisper of a breeze. This is NOT that. This is the kind of air conditioning that will make you actually *want* to stay inside. I'm talking, like, *walk in from the scorching Toulon sun and feel your soul breathe a sigh of relief* kind of air conditioning. It's powerful. It's effective. It's probably the primary reason I haven't spontaneously combusted during summer. You'll love it. Trust me. My cat does. He sits right in front of it and judges me. I think he likes it.
What about the location? Close to anything interesting?
Okay, location, location, location, right? IT'S GOOD. Really good. Close enough to the action – the Vieux Port, the beaches, the *delicious* boulangeries overflowing with croissants – that you can stumble home after a few too many pastis without, you know, getting lost in a labyrinth. But... and there's always a but, isn't there? It's also *kiiiindaaa* quiet. Like, you won't be kept awake by screaming seagulls at 3 AM (a Toulon specialty, let me tell you). There's a charming little market a short walk away. The trade-off? You'll probably need a quick hop on the bus or a short walk to the heart of the bustling nightlife. But hey, it's Toulon. Everything's close, eventually! Think of it as a pleasant stroll to the fun stuff. Or not, take the bus. I am not a doctor.
Fully equipped... what exactly does that mean? I’m picturing a kitchen with just one rusty spoon.
Nope, no rusty spoon! Although, I *might* have accidentally left one in the dishwasher that I still haven't fished out. But anyway, the kitchen HAS everything you could reasonably need, and a few things you probably *won't* (like a salad spinner, because I still haven't figured out how to use the darn thing). Think: pots, pans, plates, cutlery, a microwave that actually works (a revelation!), a fridge big enough to hold a respectable amount of rosé. Basic stuff! I can even tell you I bought a new frying pan because my old one... well... let's just say it had seen better days. It cooks everything, from breakfast to a late-night pan pizza. There's also a washing machine (yes!), and a clothes rack. You can do laundry! It's a game changer. And let’s not forget the WIFI. Oh, sweet, glorious WIFI. Can you tell it's important? I can work from home, and stream all the things. If you only had to bring yourself and your clothes, you would be covered. Oh, and your toothbrush. Don't forget your toothbrush.
What’s the catch?? There has to be a catch!
Alright, you're a smart cookie. There's always a catch, right? Okay, *maaaybe* the building isn't brand new. Like, it’s not falling apart, again, but it has character. Which is code for "it has seen some things." The neighbors are lovely (most days!), but sometimes you do hear them laughing and talking late at night. Or, you know, it might be the seagulls. Also, parking in Toulon can be… a sport. I recommend embracing the public transport or the occasional long walk. And finally, you might find yourself eating approximately 80% croissants. Which, is that a catch, really? It's a life choice!
You mentioned imperfections. Tell me about a *minor* issue but maybe one that’s more of a personality quirk of the place?
Okay, prepare for the "quirk." The hot water... gets *very* hot. Like, *instantaneously-scalding-water* hot. The first time (and honestly, sometimes still) I turned on the shower, it was a full-blown panic. I yelped and jumped back like I'd touched a live wire! It's a very effective way to wake up in the morning, I suppose. I had to learn the art of slow and steady adjusting. Don’t just blindly turn on the tap, my friend. Baby steps. But once you get the hang of it… it's fine. It’s a testament to French plumbing, I think. Or maybe it's just the universe's way of keeping things interesting. Consider it an *active* shower experience. It builds character! And respect for the power of hot water.
This is a rental, right? Is there a landlord? What are they like?
Yes, it's a rental! And yes, there's a landlord. They're… well, they're French! That's a start, right? Joking aside, they're actually pretty decent. They're not breathing down your neck every five minutes, which is always a plus. They're responsive to maintenance requests (though occasionally, it takes a *little* prodding). They might pop in periodically, which is usually in the form of a short email or a quick phone call. The upside is they're genuinely nice people, with hearts the size of Toulon. They're very discreet. They seem to genuinely care about the property. I guess, what I mean is… I have no complaints. Honestly. It's a pretty good landlord situation. Sometimes I'm *too* nice because I didn't want to be the one who says anything bad. I really like the place. I'd be here a lot longer if I could.
