It's really cramping my opportunities to enjoy time off. I refer to the frigid temperatures. Day after day we spend what light there is below zero. Too cold to walk, too cold to get out and visit. Horrid waiting on the station platforms for trains which may or may not arrive at present. Oh where is Spring?
Damien and I spent Saturday in his neck of the woods. That meant cooking crepes in his kitchen and then exploring the Chateau of Chantilly. It has been the home of many illustrious personnages, including the son of King Louis-Philippe. The grounds contain French gardens by Le Notre, an English garden,grand stables and equine spectacles (performances in summer) and the castle, of course.
At this time of the year, most of the statues in gardens of this nature are covered over for months on end otherwise the snow and ice destroy them. The fountains weren't running and neither was the little tourist train. So it's not such an all-encompassing experience as it would be in summer. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the architecture and history.
Despite the cold I felt a little better the next day, after a good sleep and decided to continue my cooking experiments. Onion Tart is in the past and so is gratin Dauphinois - potatoes cooked in cream, nutmeg, cheese. Naughty but nice.
Photos of us, the castle and its library, ornate bannister, frozen moat
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Spring will be wonderful when it comes!
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