If you're reading this you probably have two questions. One is whether this is the right hotel for you to stay in before an early flight from St Exupery. The other is what it's like.

#1 - yes, very close. Not sure how you get to the terminals without your own car, though. We drove the rental car to the hotel late the night before, returned it to Avis the next morning and got the shuttle bus from the rental plaza. They are every 8 minutes and free - presumably you'd have to call a taxi otherwise. And yes, perhaps a day's rental credit would have exceeded the cost of the taxi, weighted for mild worry about whether it would turn up, but by this point we were (and you will be) very tired.

#2 - another night on a French motorway, and another night in a Formule 1/Campanile/Kyriad type hotel. If by some remote chance you haven't done this before, you need to understand that French business culture has found a way to monetize the open prison concept with travelling families and salesmen on a budget. It's a perfectly acceptable way of not falling asleep at the wheel, but not a hotel in the conventional sense*. You are buying access to a polyurethane cell of moderate hygiene, which will accommodate 2-3 people (a bunk bed over the double on the ground). The bed linen is clean, there are two towels and a single liquid soap dispenser in the wet capsule that forms the corner of the cell, containing a toilet and a shower. Be aware that the use of the shower will make everything else in the capsule wet, including the clothes you brought in with you, unless you stack them very carefully in the opposite corner. There will be a television and you may have to plug it in (either the management or a passing eco-warrior had taken it off power-sapping standby). There were even two boiled sweets by the side of the bed, which nicely set off the ball of used chewing gum left on the bedstead by a previous resident. There was something particularly mournful about the cigarette burns on the plastic superstructure of the room - this is pretty much inevitable in these hotels. So much so, in fact, that I wonder whether the designers leave instructions for the assembly crews to dash in and distribute a few before opening to the public.

* Some of the "worst hotel I have ever stayed at" comments here are disingenuous. It's a bit like going to a fried chicken franchise in your high street and shrieking when the staff can't assure you that the meat is all free range.