AmBach l Vue exceptionnelle l Sauna

Le logement, le lieu.

Il n'y avait aucun commerce de proximité.

The view was great from the balcony. Quaint and quiet town. Nice kitchen. Comfortable beds. The washing machine was a bonus.

We did not find cooking oil, and we did not get a response when asking about it. The hosts preferred to communicate via WhatsApp instead of the Booking platform.

It is a self contained apartment. It seemed to have been recently renovated to a very good standard. The kitchen facilities were excellent

The situation of the chalet between two roads meant we had to go either up a lot of steps - or down quite a few steps to the door. The children didn’t mind at all - but it wasn’t easy for me, their grandmother. But we got used to the climbs ….

Peacefulness, Quietness, Richness, Stillness. Our stay was serene, sublime, seraphic. The place was immaculate, enthralling, not only invigorating, but restorative. At all times, communicating with the concierge was perfectly and rapidly done, every need being accomplished, information received and guidance granted. The panorama is spectacularly scintillating, certainly celestial. It appeared to be home. Words cannot do justice to the splendour of this place (which occupies the palace of my memories and memoirs). I can only summon Rainer Maria Rilke in order to express the epiphanic experience of existing here (for a while): “Coming's never far-off, and departing never wholly absent when it's gone; yet a sound's return can be imparting multifarious life such unison that the lonely self-unknower stays restfully in its proportionednesses, till once more on alien streets he presses onwards into dissassembled days. Coming back again:— how he delights to be coming back again and greeting, while from wishes otherwhiles so fleeting something actual and warm unites, whose existence, meaning, law, affection for a while avails for him no less, and, as though it took him in protection, long accompanies his loneliness.” and “There the house still seems as delightful as ever; ‘ours’ in the self-same thought we’re calling it, ours could the path be, ours the bench; fragrance of roses, winds of incipient love flutter open the heart where it has never yet been opened, between two older pages.” Assuredly, I, we, will return there many times…