Published: November 1st 2009September 3rd 2009
Day 7 continued (Thursday, September 3, 2009)
From Fougeres, we began the very long drive towards the Loire Valley. Throughout the nearly three hour journey, the sun was in a constant battle with the clouds, but it appeared as though the sun was going to win, or at least I hoped so. Seeing blue skies while in the Loire Valley was extremely important to me as visiting and photographing the many château was one of the things I was most looking forward to during our visit to France.
Our first stop within the Loire Valley was Château de Langeais
, which was rebuilt in 1465 on the ruins of a 10th century fortress. This chateau is most famous for a well-known incident that occurred within its walls. In 1491, King Charles VIII secretly married the 14-year old Anne, the Duchess of Brittany at Langeais, a union which forever changed French history. Prior to the marriage, Brittany was complete independent of France, but afterward, it became a part of France.
Mike opted not to visit this château as he had already decided that he would only be visiting one château per day during the three days
we were in the Loire Valley. After seeing one or two château, he tends to become what I like to call “châteaued out”. We both agreed that there was no point in wasting money on his entrance fee if he wasn’t going to enjoy the visit. I thought that Château de Langeais had many interesting rooms, almost all of which were filled with period furniture from the 1400 or 1500’s. I also found it very helpful that there was an English explanation sheet in every one of the rooms.
Next, we headed over to Château de Chenonceau,
which is known as the “mac daddy” of all of the château in the Loire Valley. In fact, after Versailles and Fontainebleau, Chenonceau is the third-most-visited château in all of France. Chenonceau was built between 1515 and 1521 by Thomas Bohier, Chamberlain for King Charles VIII of France. Eventually, the château was taken by the Crown due to outstanding debts, and was later gifted from King Henry II to his mistress Diane de Poitiers. Diane made many extensive changes to the building and added many of the flower gardens that can be seen today. Unfortunately for Diane, the King died
a few years later, which allowed his widowed Queen Catherine de' Medici to force her out. Don't feel too bad for Diane though, because Catherine had Diane trade her beloved Château de Chenonceau for Château de Chaumont; not too shabby of a deal if you ask me!
Of the many château that we had planned on visiting, I was most excited to photograph Chenonceau because of its setting over the Cher River. The château was literally built on top of the river, so on sunny days, one is able to obtain the most gorgeous reflection shots of the château.
Unfortunately, we got quite lost trying to find Chenonceau as our navigation system kept thinking we were on a different road than we were actually on. In fact, our navigation system became so confused that at one point, it had us go through a toll booth, only to turn around and go through it again. Needless to say, I wasn’t too thrilled about paying for a toll twice when we hadn't really needed to pay for it at all.
When we finally arrived at Chenonceau, there was still a bit of sun in the sky, so I walked
as quickly as I possibly could down the very long tree-canopied path in order to reach the château. As I reached the end of the path, I nearly shrieked in disbelief; the beautiful château was covered in scaffolding on three sides of its exterior. I had not been anticipating nor had I read anything regarding renovation of the château, so I was beyond pissed. It was bad enough that we had hurried like crazy to arrive at the château prior to the sun disappearing, but the fact that this was one of the places in France I was most excited to photograph made seeing the ugly scaffolding 100 times worse. Mike, always the positive one during times like this, tried to make the best of the situation by telling me that it was beyond my control and that there was nothing we could do change the situation. Plus, it always seems that no matter where we are in Europe, there are always a few monuments undergoing massive renovation. Unfortunately, this was the case with Chenonceau.
However, I figured that even with the scaffolding, I could still attempt to take some of the beautiful reflection shots. As we walked over
to one of the side gardens, I soon realized that this too would not be feasible; because of the construction, they had blocked off the walkways from which one could normally attain the reflection shots. In addition, no one was able to cross the bridge in order to walk to the other side, where people most often photograph the reflection. By this point, I was beginning to believe that it just wasn’t meant to be, and I should just let my anger and disappointment go. Instead, we toured the interior of the château for about 45 minutes. The house was filled many visitors, but we were still able to see all of the rooms, including the awesome 16th century kitchen and the gorgeous gallery, which spanned the length of the river. We eventually left the château, feeling slightly disappointed with our visit, but also feeling thankful that it wasn’t a beautiful day out, or else I really would have been sad that I had not been able to photograph the reflections under a clear blue sky.
From Chenonceau, we began the drive to our chosen accommodation for the next two nights; Château des Ormeaux.
For many, many
years prior to our trip, I had dreamed of spending the night at a château in France. I’m not sure of the exact reasoning, but I’m sure that a huge part of my desire to do so came from the fact that I am obsessed with the late 18th and early 19th centuries, when many of France’s châteaus were built. After reviewing many different château accommodations on Trip Advisor,
, I ended up selecting Château des Ormeaux based on its high number of positive reviews and also the fact that it was very centrally located for many of the château in the Loire Valley. We ended up spending about double (130 Euros per night) what we usually spend on accommodation, but since this was such a dream of mine, I was willing to be flexible with the budget to ensure it happened!
Unfortunately, just as with our journey to Chenonceau, we got lost several times before actually arriving at the château. Our first mistake was entering the address of the château incorrectly into the navigation system. When we ended up in the middle of the city of Amboise, we figured there was a problem as we knew the
château was located in the countryside. Once we we had finally found the correct address and entered it, our navigation system became very confused as it kept telling us to turn onto streets that were actually not roads, but fields of farms. Feeling beyond frustrated and without a phone to call for directions, we somehow managed to eventually find the place ourselves.
Upon arrival however, no one answered the door. It was extremely quiet, so I wondered if they (the proprietors) had already gone home. We looked around for a bit, not knowing exactly what to do, when Mike decided to walk into a side door, which we thought might have been a guest room. Luckily, it was actually the proprietors’ private residence, and fortunately, they weren’t too upset that we had walked into their private quarters. Their room was connected to the main part of the château, which was located within the former cellars of the house, and had been converted into living space. From what I understood after speaking with the proprietors, the château was built in the early 1800's and was lived in up until the 1960's. When they bought the château during the 1990's, it
had been vacant for over 30 years. As a result, they had to complete a massive restoration and remodel before opening the doors to guests.
One of the very kind proprietors showed us to our room, which looked exactly as it had appeared on their website; elegant, comfortable, and full of character. After settling into our room, we headed downstairs where we checked out the several dozen menus that the château had collected from various restaurants in the area. After carefully reviewing each one and after speaking with one of the proprietors about our very high standards of food, we settled on a place called Auberge de la Croix Blanche, which was located about a 15 minute drive away from the château. The man was nice enough to call ahead for us and make reservations at 20:00; we weren’t used to this level of service, considering that we generally stay at very inexpensive places that tend not to offer this kind of help.
Auberge de la Croix Blanche was located in a tiny town along the Loire River, which was quite easy to find from the main road. When we arrived, we were warmly greeted and seated within
a very atmospheric but comfortable and family-friendly environment. After conferring with the menu for some time, I decided to order an entrée called carré de porcelet rôti aux girolles et pomme de terre râpée (square of roasted pork with mushrooms and potatoes) and a dessert called beignet glacé à la framboise (doughnut with raspberry ice cream). Mike on the other hand, opted to go for the three course menu, which included an appetizer of cannellonis de moules de bouchot du mont saint-michel (pasta filled with mussels from mont saint-michel), an entrée of lapin d'anjou sauté à la cocotte parfumé au thym (sauteed rabbit casserole with thyme), and a dessert plate of nougat glacée aux fruits confits et son sorbet (don't know the direct translation, but it was an amazing selection of small desserts, including strawberry sorbet). In addition, he also ordered a glass of sauvignon blanc, which was from a local winery in the Loire Valley.
Prior to our food arriving, the waitress brought two “free” appetizers, known in French as amuse bouche (mouth amuser). Amuse bouches are always served prior to the meal, in an attempt to excite the taste buds for the upcoming food. One of the
amuse bouches was a bacon covered prune (we think) and the second was a savory custard-like sauce that was made from mustard and several other flavors, which we couldn’t distinguish. The custard was surprisingly good; very light, smooth, and refreshing; almost as though it was a palate cleanser.
Afterward, they brought out Mike's appetizer of cannellonis de moules de bouchot du mont saint-michel, which was beautifully presented. The mussels were cooked in a cream sauce and were enveloped and rolled-up into a sheet of pasta. I tried the mussels (which aren’t my favorite) and they were tasty, but Mike really enjoyed the dish much more than I did as he loves mussels.
Next, our entrées arrived. The portion size of my de porcelet rôti aux girolles et pomme de terre râpée was ridiculously large, especially by French standards. Even with Mike's assistance in eating the pork, we never completely finished it. The square of pork was placed atop a bed of chanterelle mushrooms and thin string-like potatoes. The pork and potatoes were delicious, but I learned from this meal that I do not really care for chanterelle mushrooms, so I had a difficult time enjoying the sauce as
Interior room at Chateau des Ormeaux
Formally one of the original caves to the house, now contains a small gift store when the owners sell the most delicious homemade jam!
it was so strongly flavored by the mushrooms. Mike's entrée of lapin d'anjou sauté à la cocotte parfumé au thym was placed within a small back pot and resembled a stew, although the rabbit meat was still attached to the bone. Surprisingly enough, when I reluctantly took a bite of the rabbit, I found that it tasted almost exactly the same as chicken. I felt terrible for having enjoyed my bite of "bunny rabbit", but at the same time, also proud that I had been brave enough to try it.
Prior to the desserts arriving, Mike had a cheese course to select from. He could have chosen many different types of cheese, but since we were unsure of exactly what we were getting ourselves into with the variety of stinky cheeses, Mike chose two Camemberts and another white cheese that resembled Camembert. All three were quite tasty, especially when spread on crusty bread.
Lastly, we were served dessert. We were both completely blown away when our plates arrived; both the beignet glacé à la framboise and nougat glacée aux fruits confits et son sorbet were the most visually interesting desserts we had ever seen. They had obviously been
made by a very creative and inventive chef who appreciated color, texture, and flavor. Mike's plate came with the most intensely flavored strawberry sorbet; the flavor literally exploded as it hit our tongues. The combination of flavors that the chef used worked very well together and made for an extremely interesting and unique presentation; it was art for the eye, but unfortunately, I have no proof of pictures as Mike was uncomfortable with me photographing in the restaurant. After this experience, I vowed to always photograph our food, no matter how many people stare at me or think we are strange. If you are ever near Amboise, you must eat at this restaurant; in the end, it was the dining highlight of our trip to France.
Day 8 (Friday, September 4, 2009)
Unfortunately, our alarm did not go off this morning, so we ended up waking up about 45 minutes later than originally planned. As a result, we had to rush around like madmen in order to have enough time to eat breakfast by the cut off time of 10:00. Breakfast was served in the very large dining room, which was oozing with character and elegance,
and which also had an awesome view of the property. As is typical at bed and breakfasts in France, we were served croissants and baguettes, along with several kinds of fruit, yogurt, cereal, and many different varieties of their homemade jam.
The weather appeared to be cooperating that morning, with mostly blue skies, so I was hopeful it would stay that way for the remainder of the day, but considering the unpredictability of the weather the day before, I wasn’t so sure!
After quickly gulping down breakfast in about 12 minutes, we left and headed towards our first château visit of the day. Château du Chaumont-sur-Loire
was located about 20 minutes from our château on the opposite side of the Loire River. Mike dropped me off at the entrance to the château as he didn’t want to tour the building. Just as the day before, he only planned on visiting one château a day in order to prevent becoming overwhelmed with château fever.
When I went to the ticket counter to purchase my entrance ticket, I spoke in French (as I usually do). The women responded in English, and then asked where I was from.
After telling her that I was from the United States, she asked which state/area I was from. When I told her that I lived in Washington state, near Seattle, she became very excited and said “there is a very famous movie about that city!” I said “yes, of course; Sleepless in Seattle!” She nodded her head and had a huge smile on her face, and then asked if I was enjoying my stay in France. I told her absolutely yes, and that I really love France. Her huge smile continued to grow as she wished me a good day, and I went on my way. It is so pleasant to have these types of interactions and experiences when traveling; Mike and I hadn’t yet encountered a huge number of Americans in France (even in Normandy) so I am sure that was probably why she was so excited to see an American.
From the ticket counter, it was a very long and uphill walk to the château. When I finally reached the top, I immediately saw the beautiful château, which was lit-up perfectly by the sun. Knowing the unpredictability of the weather, I made sure to snap my exterior shots
of the château right then and there. Another photographer was doing the same exact thing as I was, paying very close attention to the positioning of the sun. Chaumont was built during the 15th and 16th centuries, and like Chenonceau, was lived in by both Catherine de Medicis (the King’s wife) and Diane de Poiters (the King’s mistress). After the King died, Catherine forced Diane to give her Chenonceau, and in its place, Diane was given Chaumont. The rooms of the chateau, most of which were only moderately interesting, had been restored in the 19th century and were in relatively good condition. I more so enjoyed the exterior of the chateau which was very beautiful, with its bright white and very clean-looking stone.
From Chaumont, we drove to the town of Blois, in order to visit the Château Royal de Blois.
(history). The medieval château is a beautiful mismatch of different buildings from several time periods, and has had a long and interesting history. King Louis XII was born in Blois in 1462, and it later became the political capital of the kingdom under his reign. During the beginning of the 1500's, the King began reconstruction of
the main wing of the entry and also created Italian-style gardens. Later Kings had additional wings built, eventually turning it into the massive complex that it is today. Interestingly enough, it was within the walls of Château Royal de Blois where Queen Catherine de Medicis died. Unfortunately, by the time the French Revolution rolled around, the château had been neglected for almost 130 years and was in a terrible state of disrepair. It was scheduled to be demolished, but was thankfully saved and later became a military barracks. Finally, during the reign of King Louis-Philippe in 1841, the château was deemed an important historical monument and was completely restored.
Once inside the courtyard of the château, I was surrounded by the four wings, all of which were completely different, in terms of architectural style. I personally thought that the François I wing was the most beautiful of the four, with it’s gorgeous and very interesting exterior spiral staircase. The rooms within the interior that I toured were of moderate interest, although it was obvious that massive restoration had occurred. It also seemed as though many liberties had been taken in terms of the artistic decoration; it appeared that someone
had romanticized the French Renaissance period a bit too much as the colors and wall decoration did not appear to be at all authentic.
From Chaumont, we continued our drive along, next stopping at the unbelievably massive Château de Chambord.
This château is one of the largest, if not the largest, in the entire Loire Valley, containing 440 rooms, only 80 of which are open to the public. This giant château was the brainchild of King Francois I, who began construction of the building in 1518 as a weekend retreat for his passion; hunting. It ended up taking over 15 years and 1800 workers to finish the complex four-story château.
Aside from it’s size, Chambord is also famous for its double-spiral staircase, which has been said was inspired by Leonardo da Vinci. This amazing staircase allows people to go up and down without passing one another on two separate staircases; quite a design feat nowadays, let alone 500 years ago! Upon entrance to the château, I was blown away and quite overwhelmed with it’s size. There were so many different rooms to visit, and I had no idea where to start, so I decided to begin
on the ground floor, and work my way up. The rooms within the château ranged from very modest and simple to extremely extravagant and detailed. I definitely got the impression though that this was first and foremost a hunting lodge; there was taxidermy on the walls everywhere and many of the public rooms were quite barren, evoking a truly rustic lodge feeling. I only spent about 90 minutes at the château, most of which I felt very rushed and overwhelmed. I would recommend that visitors put aside at least two to three hours, if not a half-day, to spend exploring this massive complex.
During my visit, the weather changed from rainy and gray clouds to bright blue skies and sunshine, so I was hopeful I would be able to get some great exterior shots as I left. Unfortunately, with my luck, the rain showed up again just as I left. I was able to obtain some decent exterior shots as the sun was somewhat shining on the building, but overall, I wasn’t pleased. I secretly hoped to myself that the sun would come back out later that day so that we could return to take more photos.
our last château stop of the day was at Château du Cheverny.
Mike had decided long ago that this was the one château he was definitely going to visit. He had read about the very famous spectacle of the feeding of the hunting dogs, which occurs every day during the summer months at 17:00, and was immediately interested. Miraculously, the rain magically cleared up just as we pulled into our parking spot, and by the time we reached the château, the sun was out in full force. Before the sun decided to hide behind its curtains again, I made sure to take the exterior shots of the gorgeous place before it had the chance to change its mind. Cheverny was built and decorated between 1604 to 1634, and is in amazingly good condition, thanks in great part to the fact that it has been lived in by the same family (Hurault) for nearly four centuries. I absolutely loved the interior of the house, with its many baroque design and furniture elements; my favorite!
Mike made sure that we were at the dog kennel about 20 minutes prior to the 17:00 feeding; he figured it would be quite
a popular event with lots of bystanders, and boy did he guess correctly! About 15 minutes prior to the feeding, the kennel was surrounded with dozens and dozens of people. There were so many freaking dogs in the kennel that it was completely overwhelming; we estimated that there was at least 60, but that guess may have been on the small side!
The dogs, which are a cross between an English Foxhound and a French Poitou, were howling up a storm and barking like crazy. The sound was deafening, but the smell was a hundred times worse. Maybe I’m just sensitive because we give our own two dogs at home a bath about once a week, but the smell of 60 wet and dirty hound dogs was absolutely awful. I found myself gagging several times, which Mike found hilarious. The dogs, while seeming to be agitated (they knew it was getting close to dinner time) also seemed to be well adjusted in terms of their demeanor, as they constantly jumped on the cement barrier to receive pets and attention from the bystanders.
At about 15 minutes till 17:00, the trainer showed up, which put all of the dogs
in a complete and utter tizzy. A second gate was opened up, which the dogs were all ushered into, although not without making a ridiculous amount of noise. While the dogs watched from the rooftop of their kennel, the trainer cleaned their kennels with loads of water, and then brought in a gigantic wheelbarrow filled with a massive amount of raw chicken. He dumped all of the chicken out, and then spread it around in a straight line. Next, he opened up a large bag of crunchy dog food, and spread that over the raw chicken. The dogs were FREAKING out while all of this was going on, clamoring over one another in order to watch the action. At times, I found the hysterics of it all to be humorous, but at other times, it bothered me severely as I realized that the dogs probably have no idea what it feels like not to have to compete for their food.
Although the trainer was finished preparing the food prior to 17:00, he did not allow the dogs out of the rooftop of the kennel until the moment the clock hit 17:00; apparently, it was a very exact science. When
that gate finally opened, those 60 plus dogs went flying out into the kennel below them; it was complete and utter mass confusion and hysteria. Dogs were literally flying through the air and jumping over one another in order to get one of the chickens into their mouth. Once they did get a chicken into their mouth, they chomped it down in a matter of seconds; it was absolutely fascinating and scary at the same time to watch. We felt bad for the small females as it appeared that they did not get any meat, and had to rely on quickly eating the dry dog food before it was gobbled up by the males. I wondered if there was truly enough food for all of those dogs, but I guess if the dogs were starving or did not have enough food to eat, it would show in their appearance, and all looked relatively healthy. After watching that chaos, I had had enough of the dogs, so we headed back to the car.
Originally, from Cheverny we were supposed to head back to our room at Château des Ormeaux. However, since the sun had come back out and appeared to
be staying that way, I figured that we might as well try to drive all the way back to Chambord in hopes of obtaining better exterior shots of the chateau. Mike wasn’t too excited with this idea, but he knew it pleased me greatly, so being the awesome husband that he is, he obliged without much protest.
Much to my great happiness, when we showed up at Chambord 20 minutes later, there was still a shining sun in the sky. Since we didn’t want to have to pay to park again, I told Mike to drop me off and then try and find street parking, and then meet up with me near the château. Unfortunately, he was unable to find any open street parking, so he decided to temporarily park the car in a driveway of a house, and hoped that the owners wouldn’t come back home before I finished photographing the château. During the 30 plus minutes I spent outside photographing Chambord (got a little carried away with the time; sorry Mike!) I was able to get some unbelievably gorgeous shots. The early evening sun was at the perfect position, and lit-up the backside of the chateau so
beautifully. Needless to say, I was a happy little camper, and was beaming with pride when I met up with Mike at the car, who seemed slightly annoyed with my long foray at the château. He didn’t say anything negative, though as it was quite obvious that I was overjoyed with my photography adventure. The things you’ll do for love, I tell you!
From Chambord, we began the 45 minute drive back to Château des Ormeaux, first stopping at a grocery store in Amboise to purchase sandwich material for dinner. After our very long day, we were in no mood to spend two plus hours at dinner, so sandwiches it was! We also purchased several snacks, including some potato chips, whose flavor was roasted chicken. I absolutely love roasted chicken, so I thought the flavor sounded intriguing. Back at the château, I tried the chips with dinner, and sure enough, they tasted exactly like roasted chicken. A little strange, but definitely the most delicious potato chips I have ever eaten; we need to get these things either imported or made in the US!
Day 9 (Saturday, September 5, 2009)
We reluctantly woke up to our
last day at Château des Ormeaux, and headed downstairs for breakfast after getting ready. Most of the guests were already eating, but we were able to find two spots to sit in. Soon after we sat down, most of the guests finished eating and left the table. Not too far thereafter, a few more guests arrived and sat near our end of the table. Most of them were French, but there was an American sprinkled in the group, so we struck up a conversation with him. We ended up discovering that they were a large group traveling together, all of whom lived in Paris. The American had moved to Paris in order to live with his boyfriend, and had been lucky enough to find a job as a teacher. We talked a bit about the details of our trip, including our next stop in the Dordogne, which all of the men had nothing but good things to say about. After breakfast, we grabbed the luggage from our room and then sadly checked out. I would have loved to have stayed longer, but that place was definitely out of our budget!
From the château, we drove into the town of Amboise
in order to visit it’s château. This former royal residence was built under the direction of Charles VIII and partially designed by Leonardo da Vinci. Unfortunately, King Charles VIII accidentally killed himself at this chateau when he walked into a door-jamb (strange, but true!).
Entrance to the château was a steep 9.50 Euros per person, so Mike made sure to stay inside the car while I walked inside. I had read that the interior of the chateau wasn’t a standout, especially when compared to the more famous château of the Loire Valley. However, I had also read that the views from the château over Amboise merited the expensive entrance cost, so that is why I decided to go ahead and visit. Just as the guidebooks had indicated, the rooms of the château were boring and very uninteresting, the only exception being the multitude of fleur des lis that I found sprinkled throughout many design elements. The views from the château's balcony of Amboise and the surrounding countryside were absolutely beautiful; however, that being said, I don’t think the view made the 9.50 Euro entrance fee worth it. Unless you are really bored, I wouldn’t recommend a
visit to this château, especially with the large amount of sightseeing options in the area.
Our second stop of the day was to Château du Villandry,
which is famous not for its château but instead for its impressive gardens. Mike had absolutely no interest in visiting Villandry as gardens tend to bore him even more so than château do. After walking in and purchasing my entrance ticket, I was instructed to climb up an interior staircase of the château, which eventually led me to the gardens. Upon first sight of the gardens, I was truly blow away and mesmerized by the beauty and color I saw before me. The gardens were laid-out in a completely symmetrical matter, with many different geometric patterns. The size and number of gardens were also quite astounding, appearing as though the property went on forever. I was so excited to begin photographing this amazing site, especially because its backdrop was the beautiful chateau with its creamy-colored limestone. Unfortunately, my excitement soon waned as the sun and blue skies disappeared about ten minutes into my visit. I attempted to be as patient as I could, and eventually, the sun did come back out
again, but usually for increments of only a few minutes each time. After I had spent about an hour walking through the gardens, I finally left, feeling mostly satisfied with my work.
Next, we drove to the nearby Château d’Azay le Rideau.
I was quite looking forward to photographing this château specifically because of its setting on a pond. However, much to my great disappointment, 99% of my visit occurred under cloudy skies. I decided to walk through the interior part of the château first in hopes that the sun would be waiting for me upon my exit. I found the interior rooms to be of only moderate interest; having seen so many château over the last few days, something had to be very interesting or flashy in order to catch my attention. As I walked out of the château, I saw that it was still cloudy and gray out.
After I had finished viewing the interior, I walked around to the back of the château, and made my way across the very large open field and found a bench to sit on. I decided to sit upon this bench for a long time, in a
hopeful attempt that the sun would appear at some point. Unfortunately, 20 minutes passed, and there was still no sign that the sun was going to be appearing anytime soon. I begrudgingly got up, and took photos of the château. I was able to get a few reflection shots, which made me feel somewhat better. After waiting a few minutes more, I finally left. Wouldn’t you know that as soon as I walked to the car and got in, the sun decided to come out, and not just for a few minutes, mind you. No, it was out in full force for the rest of the day. I was beyond frustrated, but we had other places to visit, so we headed out.
Afterward, we drove about 45 minutes to Abbaye de Fontevraud.
This abbey was built in the 12th century, and holds the tombs of King Henry II of England and his wife Eleanor of Aquitaine. The abbey was operated as a double monastery, having both monks and nuns living within the grounds. The building functioned as an abbey until the French Revolution, after which the order was dissolved. The abbey eventually changed its use to a
prison, operating as such from 1804 to 1963 when it was finally turned over to the French Ministry of Culture. By that point, the abbey was in horrible condition, but was later restored.
My first impression of the abbey was that I thought its exterior was quite beautiful, especially because its stone was so unbelievably clean. The interior of the abbey seemed very barren and empty, although I did enjoying photographing the many interesting architectural lines and shapes. Towards the end of my visit, I came across a temporary exhibit on carousel art; more specifically, the seats of wooden animals. It was quite a fascinating display, especially because most of the carousels I was familiar with as a child only had horses, and this exhibit had all sorts of animals, including zebras, tigers, pigs, and cats.
After I was finished touring the abbey, we drove to Chinon, where we had a room reserved at Hotel Diderot.
Upon arrival in Chinon, my initial impressions were not too positive, but before making too many judgments, I decided I should wait until we walked around town later that evening. The exterior of the hotel was completely charming, and probably
the most beautiful in the entire town. It’s location was slightly strange though, being on the outskirts of the historic core in an area that had both very modern and historic buildings. The friendly owner greeted us immediately, and brought us up to our room, which was located in the part of the building that was from the 15th century.
After dropping off our bags, we walked into town, where we planned to just grab a light snack for dinner. For some reason, however, I was very tired and in no mood to go searching for food. In the distance, I saw a pizza place, and after looking at the very inexpensive menu posted outside, we decided to go ahead and eat there. About five minutes into our dining experience, I regretted making that decision. The restaurant was filled with English speaking tourists, and I knew that the food would end up tasting terrible. Just as I had predicted, the pizza was absolutely awful. In fact, I commented to Mike that it was probably the worst pizza I had ever consumed in all of Europe, which is quite shameful. Needless to say, we got out of that restaurant with
our heads hanging as quickly as we could.
Next, we continued walking through town, in hopes of being able to photograph Château de Chinon from a distance. No matter where we stood within the city streets, I was unable to obtain a good shot. As a result, we tried to walk up to the château, but all of the access points were closed. My first impressions of the city were not altered much during our walk; out of all of the many cities we had visited in France up to that point, Chinon was definitely the least favorite. Although much of France is beautiful and shabby-chic, I consider Chinon to be shabby-not-so-chic. The city appeared very run down to me and just sort of sad and depressing. In hindsight, we would have much more preferred to stay in a small hotel or château out in the countryside, as there really wasn’t any particular reason why we needed to stay in Chinon. However, don't let my comments detract you from staying at Hotel Diderot, as it is definitely a charming place with lots of character.
After three days of chateau sightseeing, we were both ready to head onto something
very different. The next morning we were to begin the long drive to the Dordogne, the region I was most looking forward to visit on our trip.
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