Awake in Beaune-Lavernois-Combertault

April 18, 2009 03:03 – 03:03

Everything in Europe has multiple names. Some of it must be provenance—some names include everything that something has ever been called. This hotel is listed as the Best Western Golf. MapPoint and Garmin both agree that it’s the Colvert Golf Hotel. Google Earth calls it the Best Western Golf HTL Colvert. My guess is that it used to be called Colvert, but was acquired by Best Western, who would like to simplify the name. But, many still know it as Colvert, so that name has to be retained to help old customers find it again for making reservations.

An then there’s the “golf” part of the name. This is supposed to attract visitors, too. Again, I suspect that this originally was a country hotel named Colvert Hotel. They later built a golf course and added that to the name to attract clientele. Meanwhile, other nearby hotels have also added “golf” to their names, increasing the likelihood that you’ll get the wrong hotel if you tell your travel agent “I want to stay at the Golf Hotel near Beaune, France.”

And then there’s the matter of where the hotel is actually located. Hotels.com says it’s in Beaune-Levernois. The hotel itself says Beaune. Either way, when you’re coming down the road, you clearly see the sign that says you’re leaving Levernois and entering Combertault before you get to the hotel. Go figure.

In any event, our plans for today are to visit and photograph some of the towns where the impressionists painted. Karen’s mapping out where she wants to go right now. We will end up tonight at a Suitehotel near Charles De Gaulle Airport. Checkout time is 11 am.

Something that annoys me about international hotels is the preposterous notion that you should leave your room key at the front desk each time you leave the hotel. This is ridiculous. When you return, you tell them your room number, and they hand you your key. This would be fine if they knew each and every guest and had memorized the room numbers. However, it’s an open invitation to brazen thieves. Last night when we returned from dinner, a very nice and impeccably dressed gentleman at the desk—whom we had never seen before—asked our room number, as if to hand us our key. I told him the number, he glanced at the box, and saw that the key wasn’t there, and he noted “Oh, you already have your key.”

Duh. Of course we have our key. Do they think I’m going to leave expensive computers and other stuff in our room and then let any schmo walk in, say “Room 201” and have instant access to our stuff? There are concessions, of course. The housekeeping staff has to be able to get in to clean, replace towels, repair ripped up carpeting, and remove stray zoo animals. So, I don’t install my own deadbolt locks each time I check into a hotel (though the thought has occurred to me). But, other than that, their methods seem like an open invitation to thieves who can glance at the key boxes, see that any given key is there, and then ask for that one. We’ve all seen it in the spy movies, and I refuse to participate.

To try to thwart folks like me, they put these huge pieces of metal (with the room number stamped onto it) onto the key ring to make it too clunky for pockets. Once in Paris, our key ring had the actual Eifel Tower dangling from it. Exaggerate? Me? Non!

I have big pockets. Even so, I’ll often remove the key from the ring and take just the key. After all, if I should happen to lose the hotel key while out and about, the last thing I want is for the key finder to know which hotel and room number goes with the key.

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