LE SAINT-REMY
5-star hotel located in the heart of Saint-Remy-de-Provence
Le Saint-Remy *****
Le SAINT REMY ***** is a luxury setting with 31 rooms and suites nestled in a 19th-century townhouse.
Le SAINT REMY ***** embodies the art of living in Provence. A cocoon of well-being that wonderfully translates our philosophy of letting go.
Géraldine Forestier de Cespédes, Owner and her team are happy to welcome you at LE SAINT-REMY.
Our team is at your disposal to answer your booking requests for your next stay, your restaurant reservations or your treatment signed Sothys.
Welcome in our home !
You are going to love...
Its privileged town center locationIts "Gypsy jet-set" decoration
Its friendly atmosphere
Its natural amenities by Maison Caulières
6,500 ft² (600 m²) spa
LE SAINT REMY
WELL-BEING IN THE HEART OF THE ALPILLES
A place of relaxation where luxury is not ostentatious.
LE SAINT-REMY embodies the art of living in the Provencal style. A moment of relaxation in the shade of plane trees, serenaded by the sound of fountains and cicadas perched in the trees, accompanied by a delightful refreshing drink. A true philosophy of letting go in the heart of a cocoon of well-being.
Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, a historic town in the heart of the Alpilles where Nostradamus was born. The town and the region are rich in culture, heritage, festivals, and celebrations. You will discover beautiful shops, art galleries, olive oil producers, and wineries under 300 days of sunshine per year.
AN ORIGINAL DECORATION
The decoration and layout of SAINT-RÉMY blend materials harmoniously, such as wood, stone, rattan, and Provencal stone. Nestled in a former private mansion in the heart of the historic center of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, Le Saint-Rémy majestically combines the traditional Provencal spirit with modernism.
An ambiance where luxury and relaxation subtly blend to make Le Saint-Rémy one of the hidden treasures of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence. Open the doors to this majestic building, and you will fall under the charm of this cocoon shaded by the centuries-old plane trees of the patio, lulled by the song of cicadas.