Always have a Plan B.

“If ‘Plan A’ didn’t work, the alphabet has 25 more letters! Stay cool.”

-Unknown

Today the plan was to go the the Château de Chambord, and I was really looking forward to simply leaving my room today, because yesterday was spent just relaxing (lazing). I did do some work though! I am not completely useless, don’t fret. However plans never seem to work out the way you intended them to, and I always believe, however big or small, it is always for a reason. And so I recount my day… I got up bright and early at 8:00 feeling refreshed and ready to face what the day had to bring! It started off great as I woke up to this lovely view from my window…

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I love France.

After getting ready, and dropping and breaking my mug (sad times), I left for the Gare de Tours; destination: Blois-Chambord. After a forty minute train journey, myself and Hollie arrived in the charming town of Blois with not much of an idea of where we were supposed to go next. Out came trusty Google Maps and it said ‘Chambord: 3 hr 10 mins on foot (15km)’ Hmm… this did not look promising. But thinking positively, we thought we’d have a look around. Not knowing that Blois had its own chateau, we ended up there and realized we’d got something wrong. Luckily there was a tourist office, so we headed there for some much needed direction. After studying the leaflet for Château de Chambord, we discovered that we had in fact got the correct train, but it was the lack of information provided on the leaflet of where to go afterwards that had left us slightly lost. Anyway, the woman in the tourist office gave us directions on how to get from there to Chambord; take the number 2 bus from the stop outside the train station and we’d get there. So we made our way back to the train station. And I’m not even joking, there was five bus stops outside the train station. Five. And not having had specified which one it was from the lady in the tourist office, and after having asked several people which stop it was with no joy, we decided to wait and see what happened. Nothing happened. We waited patiently but it never came. It was time for Plan B.

For our Plan B we decided to check out Château de Blois and then have a wander around the town. As a result, we headed back towards the chateau. Now, this chateau was one of the more pricier of the ones I’d been to; 7.50€ isn’t exactly what I’d call a ‘reduced price’ (student rate). But it was a really charming chateau with some beautiful features.

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Front facade

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La salle des États

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Grand escalier François I

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L’aile Gaston d’Orléans (looking up)

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Grand escalier François I

After exploring the chateau we went to find some lunch, near to which we found the Maison de magie purely by coincidence. We heard strange noises, and I will say no more as this video can explain more clearly what we saw… Being very curious as to what this mysterious building held inside, we ventured in and explored and it was interesting… although I was fortunate that I feel young at heart because the abundance of excitable children was a telltale sign that this was more aimed at a younger generation.

Next, we explored the town a little. This included eating a Nutella crêpe, climbing way too many steps for my liking, getting harassed by a lady asking for a banana for her children (don’t ask) and having a nose around an old bookshop where I purchased the French versions of Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I was very proud of these purchases at an impressive 4€ for the two of them.

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View over Blois from the top of the steps

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Other view over Blois from the top of the steps

Finally, after a long but very good day we made our way home. I bid my farewells to Hollie and ended up back home where I am writing this entry and feeling a bit dizzy. Not really sure why, if you have an insight into reasons behind this however please let me know. I’d appreciate it!

I’ll leave you with an update on my Nutella situation: after a couple of weeks of refusing to buy a new jar for my health and sanity, I caved and allowed myself an acceptable 440g jar. I bought this on Tuesday last week, 10 days later and it is about nine tenths gone. I am not sorry.

Bonsoir!

-Len