I’m gonna pull in a few loose threads for today’s post. There’ve been a few things that I haven’t included for one reason or another recently – whether for length or direction (sometimes posts have a mind of their own and can change direction without notice. ask any blogger this). 🙂
The common thread if you will; the word “recently” …
Thursday just about did us in but we made it through. We dedicated a good part of the day to making preparations for our trip home this summer and between trying to keep all the plates spinning… we pretty near lost our marbles!
Today’s post will be a tale of four logos and God’s hand of protection.
In my last post, I introduced to to the Chateau de Brissac and showed you the principal rooms on the main floor. Today I want to take you further.
As promised, I’ll take you through a dramatic episode in the history of the French monarchy, we’ll talk about the arts and I’ll reveal how it is that hunting at Brissac is not reserved for men only! I’ll also tell you about how you can spend a night there and live like a Duke or Duchess yourself!
Let’s go!
The road between Châtellerault and Angers takes you through portions of three French departments (la Vienne, l’Indre et Loire, la Maine et Loire) passing by wide swaths of agricultural land and, as you approach Angers, field after field of vineyards. For the past seven months I’ve been making the 130km weekly, with the exception of school holidays, in order to teach English at a business school there.
Each trip makes me a bit more familiar with the general surrounding and from time to time my schedule allows me to explore points of interest along the way. Regular readers will recall that I first stopped in Brissac back in January, but was unable to visit the castle as it was closed for the season. Last week was different… last week I had a guided tour.
Hey there! Good morning and welcome to our little corner of France and the world-wide-web 🙂
I’m going to keep things relatively short today as tomorrow is a special day and today we’re gonna be getting some things ready. Continue reading
Yesterday I woke up to an email that blew my socks off, so to speak… but I’ll get to that.
First, let me pick up where I left off last week… on our way south…
AIM Long 