Day Six
A tour through the dungeons of the house to meet the ghost of the mill (which used to be a prison during some dark ages), a photosession during a walk through the 'pitoresque' little village of Beaugency.... this town and its mill had the effect on us of 'I can't smile any more! It's too pretty! I'm about to explode! Wow! Whoehoe!'
While we were enjoying another queensbreakfast, three generations of sporty women came back from an hour of fast walking! What an energy! Lucile, her mother and grandmother were unfortunately gone when we left, but we remember them as very elegant, beautiful and warmhearted.
Talkattive, sweet and incredibly kind Thierry brought us to Chambord. Here our eyes got more than their daily food: the second most beautiful castle of France, after Versaille. What a beauty!
Walking around the 'jardins' of the castle, we seemed to be famous, wearing our flowery dresses because everybody smiled to us. We thought it to be a 'bon idee' to ask some money for it, to give us some more financial space, after we had picked the envelope with three cents today! But after we wrote a golden board 'photo avec les fleurs' we talked to some Dutch people that seemed to find as rather poor than pretty and rather strange than funny. Also the other people that walked by looked at us as if to say: What are you doing? We decided to put the sign away and two minutes later, people started to ask us to be on their pictures with them, smiled again and when we left the castle, our pockets were still empty, but our hearts were filled.
Super-manager-directer Ludovic brought us to the next castle, in Chaverny. From here, Nicole, a funny and extraordanary lady from Paris, picked us up.
We couldn't seem to understand what the relation of the her and the woman in the seat next to her was. Until we reached the farm-house of the woman, which happened to be the seller of the car Nicole had came all the way from Paris for to buy. The two woman had picked us up in the middle of the testing ride! This meant that the deal still had to be made, the cheques to be written and the car to checked. All the time, we waited.
While Nicole signed the papers, we tasted the homemade wines of the family that sold the car and bought Nicole our favourite one; a soft 'Rosé' to thank her for taking a whole different route, especially for us.
In Bourges we were 'dipping'(the nonexisting verb of the Dutch noun 'dip'): we were hungry, moody, tired, blue. We wanted to go away, but we didn't... We wanted to be enthusiastic but we had a lack of energy. Then, on the street, we met 3 artstudents that took us to their house to let us stay for the night! The students were moving out the next day and their home was crowded, messy, artistic, smokey, and had a free atmosphere. There were other extravagant students walking in and out, some cats with ADHD were running around constantly and in the house there lived... a naked rat that rubbed his hairless body against you if you weren't paying attention. Frauke got crazy of the idea, while she has a still to overcome fear, even for mice, so we put the rat outside, put a vacumer against the door (that didn't close by itself) and slept a short night....
A tour through the dungeons of the house to meet the ghost of the mill (which used to be a prison during some dark ages), a photosession during a walk through the 'pitoresque' little village of Beaugency.... this town and its mill had the effect on us of 'I can't smile any more! It's too pretty! I'm about to explode! Wow! Whoehoe!'
While we were enjoying another queensbreakfast, three generations of sporty women came back from an hour of fast walking! What an energy! Lucile, her mother and grandmother were unfortunately gone when we left, but we remember them as very elegant, beautiful and warmhearted.
Talkattive, sweet and incredibly kind Thierry brought us to Chambord. Here our eyes got more than their daily food: the second most beautiful castle of France, after Versaille. What a beauty!
Walking around the 'jardins' of the castle, we seemed to be famous, wearing our flowery dresses because everybody smiled to us. We thought it to be a 'bon idee' to ask some money for it, to give us some more financial space, after we had picked the envelope with three cents today! But after we wrote a golden board 'photo avec les fleurs' we talked to some Dutch people that seemed to find as rather poor than pretty and rather strange than funny. Also the other people that walked by looked at us as if to say: What are you doing? We decided to put the sign away and two minutes later, people started to ask us to be on their pictures with them, smiled again and when we left the castle, our pockets were still empty, but our hearts were filled.
Super-manager-directer Ludovic brought us to the next castle, in Chaverny. From here, Nicole, a funny and extraordanary lady from Paris, picked us up.
We couldn't seem to understand what the relation of the her and the woman in the seat next to her was. Until we reached the farm-house of the woman, which happened to be the seller of the car Nicole had came all the way from Paris for to buy. The two woman had picked us up in the middle of the testing ride! This meant that the deal still had to be made, the cheques to be written and the car to checked. All the time, we waited.
While Nicole signed the papers, we tasted the homemade wines of the family that sold the car and bought Nicole our favourite one; a soft 'Rosé' to thank her for taking a whole different route, especially for us.
In Bourges we were 'dipping'(the nonexisting verb of the Dutch noun 'dip'): we were hungry, moody, tired, blue. We wanted to go away, but we didn't... We wanted to be enthusiastic but we had a lack of energy. Then, on the street, we met 3 artstudents that took us to their house to let us stay for the night! The students were moving out the next day and their home was crowded, messy, artistic, smokey, and had a free atmosphere. There were other extravagant students walking in and out, some cats with ADHD were running around constantly and in the house there lived... a naked rat that rubbed his hairless body against you if you weren't paying attention. Frauke got crazy of the idea, while she has a still to overcome fear, even for mice, so we put the rat outside, put a vacumer against the door (that didn't close by itself) and slept a short night....