by Susan Manfull

January is when many vacationers begin to hone their plans for their trips abroad. If you are reading this blog, chances are you are going to be visiting Provence. Have you thought about including a stop at the dentist’s office? No, I didn’t think so. But read on.

In the fall of 2013, an abscessed tooth took me to my family dentist in Connecticut. Upon close inspection, including the standard x-ray, I was dispatched to an endodontist for a root canal. During that examination, preceded by additional x-rays, the specialist charged with saving my tooth discovered that it had a very fine hairline crack, necessitating its immediate removal. An implant was recommended rather than a bridge connection, and I concurred.

The implant procedure, in turn, would require making a bone marrow graft, from a human donor, to build up the jawbone for the implant. This would need to be done immediately in order to have the implant finished in a timely fashion. While I sat in the chair and listened to all of the procedures that were planned on my behalf, I told the specialist that, being retired, I no longer have dental insurance, to which he replied that it wouldn’t much matter anyway, given the typical high deductibles for reasonably priced plans.

So then came the $64 (I wish) question. What would this cost me? For his services, the endodontist said, it would be $5,000 or so. Then there was my own dentist (who was to supply and install the titanium screw holding the crown) which he estimated would require another $1,500-$2,000. Before I could reply, he stepped out of his office for a minute and his assistant volunteered that had her 80-year-old grandmother learned that an implant would cost her $7,000 she would surely say to pull the offending tooth.

It was the first moment I smiled since alighting into that plush contour chair. When the endodontist returned, I said I was ready to have him remove the tooth and do the bone graft, but that his services might not be needed after that. When he furrowed his brow I explained that I had a dentist friend in France who I would consult before proceeding further. The bill for this initial visit was $1,325. His services were indeed not needed after that.

In June of 2014, while on vacation in France, I began my endodontic work related to that missing tooth. Then, the implant itself was done a year later, this past June, while also on vacation in France. Because we have family in Lyon, always our first stop on vacation, it was easy enough to find good dentists and endodontists. We would continue on to Provence once I wrapped up my dental work for the trip.

You may be thinking that your definition of “vacation” does not include sitting in a dentist’s chair. Moreover, leaving home for your dental work may be disconcerting to you. For me, my vacation in Provence always takes me “home.” I am reminded of my youth in Twinsburg, Ohio, a sleepy Cleveland suburb in the Factory Belt of Northeastern Ohio. It was the 1950s, a time when we knew our entire class intimately—all twenty or so classmates that, minus a few, eventually graduated together—and summer vacations consisted of daily farm chores followed by a mile-and-a-half bicycle ride to the town square where there would likely be a pick-up game of softball in progress. Tall glasses of lemonade were the highlight of a long, hot summer day. It never seemed boring, though I shudder to imagine what my urban-raised children would say.

I recall one fall, possibly in eighth grade, when we returned to school and found we had a new English teacher, who was also new to Twinsburg. She gave us what undoubtedly seemed to her to be a logical writing assignment, “What I Did This Summer.” Her plan was to have us share stories of the family vacations she envisioned we took, away from town. Her plans went awry, however, when she discovered, I think, that there was nothing of note to be read. Nobody ever went away in the summer.

For the past twenty years, I’ve been able to recapture those early days when life moved slowly, punctuated by simple pleasures. With no farm chores to occupy my mornings—the vineyard across from the house is tended by others–I can fill my time with reading, writing postcards, and trips to local markets. Pétanque has replaced softball, and rosé blots out any thoughts of lemonade.

Thomas Wolfe notwithstanding, I have learned that for an all too short, yet meaningful, period each year, I can indeed go home again. True, it comes at a high cost, given air travel, auto rental, vacation home, and related expenses. Retirement advisors might frown. But since the summer of 2014, happily, our fiscal concerns have been greatly diminished, thanks to the American Dental Association. (You, too, may overcome any reluctance to visit the dentist while on your vacation in Provence.)

As luck would have it, another abscess developed in April of this past year, and that second tooth was removed in Lyon, again this past June, while on vacation. A temporary tooth fills the gap now, until we return to France in June 2016 for the implant. On vacation, of course.

While in Provence last summer, my wife and I made the acquaintance of a dentist in Le Tholonet, east of Aix-en-Provence, closer to the Luberon than Lyon. He had worked for a time in New York and was curious the costs of implant procedures in the U.S. these days. I told him my story, then casually asked his price. My prospective new best friend dentist replied €2,500. Total. The only notable difference between French and Stateside implant procedures is that French dentists believe that a bone marrow graft is rarely needed and, if required, the preferred source is bovine, not human. They also recommend at least a six-month waiting period, after removing the tooth and before adding the implant (which works well with my vacation plans).

A quick back-of-the-envelope cost comparison suggests that two weeks in Provence costs about $4,000, including air fare for one, car rental, house rental (double occupancy), food and wine (friends included from time to time). Add to that a French implant cost at $2,800. It appears that, all told, I beat my Connecticut implant bill by $200.

If U.S. malpractice insurance continues to sky-rocket, and more dentists go upscale in the design and décor of their physical facilities, chasing after the vaunted Wells Fargo award, “Dental Office of the Year Award” (don’t even get me started on that one), then I expect to see that difference quadruple in coming years in favor of French dentistry. Until my niece finishes dental school, the dentist’s office will likely be a regular stop on our French vacations. Who knows, I may even be able to add an annual winter trip to Chamonix into this mix.


  1. Hi Jerry, this is the best rationalization ever for a vacation in Provence! Save money! I am looking forward to having dental problems so I can save my family money too! Well…that may be an exageration! May be hard to find a Dentist working in Chamonix in the winter. Great post!

    • Perhaps this is a new blog–recommended dentists and endodontists in France!?

      • Susan,
        Real service to American tourists would be to create medical/dental assistance pamphlet to leave in tourist offices in Provence. My tongue is only half in my cheek when I suggest this.

    • You are probably right about Chamonix. The dentists will be on the slopes, but a good friend who has an orthopedic practice in Grenoble is flat out busy in ski season.

  2. La Dolce Vita California January 4, 2016 at 3:08 pm

    Great idea, Susan! Our deductible is ridiculously high, and we would have been paying out-of-pocket for that whole procedure you described. Smart move on your part to seek out good care abroad–with a vacation in a beautiful place thrown in! – Kirsten

    • Hi Kirsten, I wish I could take credit for this strategic planning–it is work of fellow writer,Jerry Clark–but I will certainly follow in his footsteps for the next big dental procedure that I need! When you go to Provence again, should you need some recommendations, let us know!

  3. Jerry! $7000! That’s more then my first new VW, my first new MGB, my first new Fiat 124 sports coupe! In fact, if you add them together it’s just a little more than all those cars put together, and if you add in inflation for the implant, it probably is today. Doing the math, if I had to replace 5 teeth with implants, it would be more than my first house. Smart move on your part, next time you could probably add in some cosmetic surgery while you’re at it – at that rate you could go broke saving money, but at least you’d have a nice place to “recover.” A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and new teeth – doesn’t get much better than that….

  4. Jerry – this is brilliant! And, as I am just finishing the year-long process for my first implant, I wish you had published this last year! I really could have used a vacation in France! Sadly, there will probably be another implant in my future, but at least now I know what to do!

  5. Hi, Jerry.

    information! We’ve been going to San Miguel de Allende for the same
    reason. Medical tourism is well known, but dental tourism needs a

    I’ve got to say I was hoping for more information related to the photo of
    earlier methods. No matter what it costs, modern dentistry is preferable
    to what people used to have to endure: jaws often were broken during
    tooth extraction. “To lie like a toothdrawer” (about how much
    it would hurt and how easy the procedure would be) was a cliche in old France,
    and St. Simon, in one of his rants about another noble at the court of Louis
    XIV vilifies him as looking “just like a country toothdrawer.”
    Louis XIV–in an age where dentistry had actually made advances!–underwent a
    horrible extraction of teeth in his upper right jaw, which, without anesthesia
    or antibiotics, resulted in an abscess that opened a passage between his mouth
    and hose that allowed masticated food and especially liquids to spray from his
    mouth into his nose and created a permanently bad taste in his mouth and odor
    on his breath. The cure was to cauterize the passage, and his dental
    surgeon ran a red-hot wire into the passage 14 times on January 10, 1684.
    That wasn’t enough to do the trick, so the king underwent the same treatment
    four more times in January and early February before the passage healed.

    few thousand dollars for an implant, cheap in comparison!!

    • Jenny,
      It’s so hard for me to imagine Louis XIV suffering so. Perhaps because my image of the royals back then developed from Richard Lewis as King John in Mel Brook’s ROBIN HOOD: MEN IN TIGHTS. I guess teeth issues is the great equalizer.

  6. Isn’t it fun looking back on what life cost in times past. I recently came across a college statement from the fall quarter of 1963. Room, board and tuition was $682.34. Thats about what textbooks cost today.

  7. It is exactly this kind of logic that I’ve inherited (wonder from whom), and gets me in trouble all the time…

    • Now, now. Every so often I evidence a practical side, which finding better priced dental care certainly qualifies. In fact on the medical care side I see that Americans are now being encouraged to negotiate cash discounts for hospital procedures so that insurance providers lessen a propensity to charge excessively.

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