LE VIEUX MOULIN

Eine sehr angenehme Atmosphäre, das freundliche Personal, das gute Abendessen, die schöne Lage im Grünen, die Nähe zu den "onze écluses" welche zu einem Spaziergang einladen, das gute Preis- Leistungs- Verhältnis, . . .
das alles hat uns bei unserem Aufenthalt sehr gut gefallen.

Un lieu très charmant, calme, verdoyant, idéal pour se reposer et visiter les alentours. L'hôtel et les chambres sont impecables et très agréables. Nous avons été très bien accueillis par un adorable couple, aux petits soins pour nous. Et petits et grands se sont régalés avec la cuisine du chef.

A Modest Ode to Le Vieux Moulin: A Review in Two Acts

For the hurried reader, the over-scheduled, or those with only a flicker of battery remaining, you have my apologies.

I have long regarded hotel star ratings as suspicious at best and entirely fictional at worst. After all, I’ve stayed in “four-star” establishments that must have earned their accolades during a moment of extreme leniency or perhaps when the inspector was recovering from a particularly spirited lunch. So when I noted that Le Vieux Moulin was graced with but two stars, I paid it precisely the attention one gives to unsolicited flyers or polite lies. The real testimony lies in its 4.6 online rating, which speaks with far more eloquence and far better taste.

From the moment of arrival, it is clear why.

You are not so much received as you are welcomed, the kind of welcome usually reserved for returning long-lost relatives presumed missing.

The lady who presides over the mornings here does not merely greet you; she envelops you in the sort of warmth that makes one consider whether one has, in fact, stumbled into a parallel universe where hospitality is treated as an art form rather than a transaction.

She should, quite frankly, be teaching seminars on the subject at a local university in Rennes.

Nor is she a lone sentinel in this endeavor. The entire staff appears to have caught the contagion of genuine kindness. I briefly considered offering them my résumé, if only to learn their secret. Even the owners won't be found lurking in dim offices, are instead among the guests, offering smiles, conversations, and the kind of attentive presence that makes one forget that they, too, are running a business.

There is a strange and lovely alchemy at work here. I suspect it leaks out of the walls themselves, which seem to hum with stories and comfort. Love and care have not merely been poured into the place—they have seeped into its very beams. Even the table decorations in the dining room whisper of thoughtfulness and joy.

I had originally considered staying closer to Rennes, out of habit more than wisdom. I’m immeasurably glad I did not. If you’ve read my travel notes before, you’ll know I rarely put pen to paper (so to speak) unless a place compels it. This place does. Whether you spend the night or simply stop in for supper, you would do yourself a favor in making the detour.

The food, I must say, borders on the magical. I’ve half a mind to sneak into the kitchen and observe the chef at work—surely he is employing alchemy, or else negotiating with small, benevolent spirits. I may yet summon the courage. If I do, I shall report back—unless, of course, I am recruited into their culinary coven and never seen again.

As for the location—well, one might say it is absurdly well-placed. Those with a taste for cycling will find themselves in paradise, as the surrounding lanes roll out like invitations, winding through postcard-perfect stretches of the French countryside. It is the sort of terrain that inspires both motion and meditation, where one pedals not to arrive, but simply to go.

I’ve been informed by several locals with a glint of pride in their eyes—that a leisurely stroll will take you to a castle of modest grandeur, ideal for picnicking with one’s family or simply sitting beneath a tree. On another path, one can follow the canal down to the famous locks of Tinténiac, which, though practical in function, have all the poetry of a Turner landscape—particularly at dusk, when the light softens and the world seems, however briefly, to exhale.

It would be remiss of me not to mention that the care poured into this place extends beyond aesthetics and into thoughtful inclusivity. There is, for instance, a fully equipped room designed for guests using wheelchairs—a quiet testament to the owners’ intention that all are welcome, and none merely accommodated. It is done not with fanfare, but with the same understated elegance that characterizes everything here: practical, dignified, and quietly kind.

On a adoré ce restaurant. Les plats étaient excellents, tout était parfait, ne changez rien, on reviendra

Nous avons testé uniquement le restaurant. Très bon foie gras,poisson cuit parfaitement.
Service impeccable , le lieu est agreablement décoré et ce qui ne gâche rien :un jardin très agréable avec des coins salon pour profiter