Châteaux and Historical Fiction

I’m a huge fan of historical fiction and well, books in general. What does this have to do with travelling you ask?

Because when I walk into a castle that was built in the early 13th century my imagination runs a little wild trying to envision all of the kings and queens of old hosting their fancy shindigs and their world of political intrigue of poisoning and murders.

The Château de Blois. Have fun pronouncing that.
The Château de Blois. Have fun pronouncing that.

Saturday, we visited 2 more châteaux including the Château de Blois, which is probably my favorite château so far because it was continuously added onto, resulting in an extraordinary view:

Thank Wikipedia for this panorama!
Thank Wikipedia for this panorama!

And plenty of ample material for anyone’s imagination to run wild!

French royalty used a fire salamander as their symbol.
The fire salamander of French royalty. It’s pretty much a dragon.
Which in Game of Thrones terms it means that the French royalty are descended from dragons.
Which in Game of Thrones terms, means that French royalty are descended from dragons.
Ghost stories around these gargoyles anyone?
Ghost stories around these gargoyles anyone?
This painting is so Game of Thrones. "You're dying? How sad."
This painting is so Game of Thrones. “You’re dying? How sad.”

In the afternoon we visited the Château de Cheverny:

The Château de Cheverny
Built in the 1600’s and has remained, for the most part, in the hands of the same family ever since.

It also contains one of the creepiest bedrooms I’ve ever seen:

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The Chambre du Roi

Unless you look closely, it’s just a normal (really, really ancient looking) bedroom… until you notice the Medusa heads everywhere…

Babies and Medusa heads should not be in the same picture.
Babies and Medusa heads should not be in the same picture.

Literally everywhere. They were even on the ceiling!

I wouldn’t be able to sleep there.

In other news, I’ve been sick! I think I’ve had a fever for the last 24 hours and have been just overall super tired and achy. Last night at dinner my poor host family had to listen to my mangled, feverish French that lacked all grammar. Then class today wasn’t much better, since we were talking about things that bothered us! I was so worked up about refugees and the deportation of the unaccompanied minors from Central America that I left class dizzy and shaky.

But then I found some ramen at the grocery store and my day got a little bit better. 🙂

 

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