Day 2, after many trails I ran into my host for the weekend and arrived at the designation for leg 1 of my trip: chateau le pin, an old castle in the heart of France with roots to the twelfth century. After a long winding road we turned into a little courtyard and through an old carriage portal so narrow the car barely fit. And the I saw it: like something out of a folk story, it's tall gothic spires reminiscent of another age; and my home for the next week.
We want to see the outside!
ReplyDeleteYou should be quite pleased the faucet has a single spout. It seemed whenever I left the States (seldom), most of the places I stayed at had two spigots, one ice cold and the a boiling hot trickle. And: do they have ice? Everyone else in the world used to think 'Muricans were freaking for wanting iced drinks.
ReplyDeleteKatie hasn't mentioned this yet, but I'm sure she wants close-up pictures of architectural details her man can replicate as he's building their chateau.
ReplyDeleteMake sure you capture a few videos of the scenery as your train climbs through the Alps, so I can loop 'em on the art wall of the ol' oak barrel ceiling inglenook alcove (for a psychogenetic altitude sickness experiment, of course.)