Cheap hotels in Morannes

We loved this property it had everything we needed and more it’s such a fun stay and the extras provided by the hosts such as breakfast and snacks set it apart from all other stays we had across France will 100% return next trip!

Great facilities for all weather conditions. Spacious property. Property has activities for all ages. Very welcoming hosts and very good English language. Really nice pool area.

It was very convenient. I had to take a taxi but I couldn't find any so the receptionist who I think was the business owner helped me out. Totally recommend it.

The properties were all so unique. The host was very accommodating, kind and very friendly.

Travel Journal — July Evening at Château de Noirieux Leaving behind the industrial elegance of Bilbao, we journeyed northeast through the shifting landscapes of France, slowly trading the rugged Basque coast for the serene Loire Valley. The air grew softer, the light more golden. By late afternoon, we arrived at Château de Noirieux — nestled quietly near Briollay, like a secret kept by the trees. The castle welcomed us with quiet grace: ivy-clad stone walls, manicured gardens, and a hush in the air that felt sacred. We were led to our room — each corner infused with old-world charm and gentle touches of comfort — before descending for dinner as the sun set beyond the Loire. Dinner was unforgettable. A sequence of delicate, inventive courses — seasonal, local, and deeply French — each one paired impeccably with wines selected by sommelier Martin. He appeared at intervals with stories behind each bottle, his voice calm and reverent, treating each wine like a poem. One vintage, from a nearby vineyard, tasted of sun-warmed stones and distant rain. And then, as if the evening hadn’t already unfolded like a dream, we met a couple seated near us — from New York. They were graceful, luminous in the way some people are when they’ve lived richly. Conversation began over shared compliments and lingered for hours, unhurried, weaving between our lives and theirs. Their fathers had been architects — creators of lines and light — and now they lived in what had once been a cancer treatment castle NY themselves. There was something surreal in that. Stories of family, travel, loss, reinvention. They listened deeply, and we spoke openly — the kind of conversation that rarely happens unless you’re far from home and the night is generous. By the time we parted, the stars had filled the sky above the château. The old stone walls seemed to hold our words in their silence. We returned to our room walking slowly, grateful, aware that some nights are not just experiences,but gifts.

Everything was new and well thought out.