Hôtel · Cap Solenne · est. 1931
Twenty-four rooms above a quiet sea.
Kept the old way, booked the direct way — the best rate lives here, with the house, not on the portals.
You come by the coast road, past the lighthouse, and the road simply ends at our gate. Someone takes the car; someone takes the bags; nobody takes your name twice. By the time you reach the terrace the sea has done the thing it does — and the week quietly rearranges itself around staying.
— The house
Rooms & suites
Priced for your 3 nights, Thu 18 to Sun 21 — booked direct, with breakfast and a noon checkout already inside.
2 nights left in June
Floors II & III
The bed faces the horizon; nothing else is asked of you.
€340 a night, direct
€1,020 for your 3 nights · €1,200 on the portals
Direct includes breakfast · noon checkout · apéritif on arrival
6 nights left in June
Garden level
Cooler, greener, scented — the room the regulars argue over.
€290 a night, direct
€870 for your 3 nights · €1,020 on the portals
Direct includes breakfast · noon checkout · apéritif on arrival
1 night left in June
Top floor, east
Glass on three sides. The sun arrives before the coffee does.
€460 a night, direct
€1,380 for your 3 nights · €1,635 on the portals
Direct includes breakfast · noon checkout · apéritif on arrival
3 nights left in June
The whole top floor, west
A private terrace, a plunge pool, and the best chair on the coast.
€720 a night, direct
€2,160 for your 3 nights · €2,550 on the portals
Direct includes breakfast · noon checkout · apéritif on arrival
Every room sees the sea, one way or another. The rest is a question of how you like your mornings.
Table d'hôte
The kitchen writes one menu each afternoon, after the boats and the garden have had their say. Dinner is a single seating by candlelight at the long table on the west terrace — introductions are made, or carefully not made, as you prefer.
Breakfast belongs to the morning terrace — and when you book direct with the house, it simply belongs to you.
The table is held for house guests until 19:00
Ce soir
Your first evening · Thu 18 June
One seating · 21:00 · €85, half for children
The cellar is small and serious; the house pour is from the hill behind us.
A day at Solenne
Morning swim to midnight swim — follow the gold line through one unhurried day.
06:30
The sea is yours alone. Towels wait at the steps.
08:00
Included every morning when you book with the house.
11:00
Our boat idles out past the lighthouse, weather willing.
13:30
Whatever the garden insisted on this morning.
16:00
Marble, eucalyptus, and an agreement not to speak.
19:30
Something cold, as the lighthouse begins its count.
21:00
One table, one menu, candles doing most of the lighting.
00:00
The pool stays lit until the last guest concedes.
The quiet hours
No timetable, no wristbands. Things are simply there when you reach for them.
Salt water, held at 29°, lit until the last swimmer.
Marble and eucalyptus. Mornings are reserved silence.
Deep chairs, cold glasses, and no telephones at all.
To the coves each morning in season, back for lunch.
Figs, shade, and the kitchen's standing orders.
One telephone number. A person answers it.
Book direct
The same room, the same night — and a wholly different welcome. The ledger, plainly:
Direct —Our best, always — no commission inside it
Portals —Up to 22% goes to the portal
Direct —Included, every morning
Portals —€38 a day, per person
Direct —Choose it by name
Portals —“Run of house” — whatever is left
Direct —Noon, no questions
Portals —10:00, with reminders
Direct —Something cold from the bar
Portals ——
Direct —A phone call to the desk
Portals —A ticket queue, three time zones away
The best-rate promise: find the same room cheaper anywhere, and the desk matches it — and still pours the apéritif.
The guestbook
A few entries from its imaginary pages — every guest here is as fictional as the hotel, but the sentiment is the brief.
We came for two nights. It is now the Thursday of our second week.
Ask for the Solarium. Lie about why.
The lighthouse winks every nine seconds. I counted from the bath.
Our daughter learned to swim here. So did I, and I am fifty-one.
Booked our first night through some portal. The desk forgave us. We won't need forgiving again.
Getting here
Cap Solenne, on the high corniche — between the lighthouse and the lemon terraces.
The corniche ends at our gate. The car is taken from there.
The village station is below the cliff. We meet every train you tell us about.
The hotel launch collects from the marina, June through September.
The desk arranges the drive from the airport — about an hour, all of it pretty.
June is thinning out
Book with the house and arrive as a guest — never as a booking reference.
A fictional brand, built to show the range — your name, brand, and content go in its place. I build the system.