Alice In Wonderland Monologe

Castles France - Series No. 01

Castles are a part of dream that slumber in everyone of us.
is the first in a series on castles in France.

Chateau de Vaux le Vicomte in the Seine et Marne - 2008-09 © Gilles Richer

Castles France
Chambord in all its excesses,

masterpiece of the French Renaissance,

gives us the splendor of a time away.

Its double helix staircase, where two people can raise and lower without ever meeting

led to the royal apartments of Francis I and Louis XIV.

One floor above us are entering the world of royal hunts.

On the terraces, we are in a strange world where roofs and chimneys

up a magical village, as if suspended in the air.

Hence, our gaze can penetrate off to the reserve Wildlife

that surrounds this majestic castle.

Castle of Chambord in Loir-et-Cher

Aerial view of the castle of Chambord (author unknown)

Château de Chambord (author unknown)

At the heart of Touraine,

the castle of Azay-le-Rideau

is built on an island in the Indre.

is a jewel in the French Renaissance,

built during the reign of Francis.

From majestic landscaped garden,

we discover the magic of carved stone facades reflected in the water.

Azay-le-Rideau, Touraine (author unknown)

Azay-le-Rideau, Touraine © Gilles Richer

Chenonceau is an exceptional site in France.

built, loved, protected and governed by women who have made history, women

footprint is everywhere.

Saved conflicts and wars, it is a symbol of peace and serenity.

Built on the Cher River, where the unique beauty of its architecture is reflected in water,

Château de Chenonceau is the jewel of the Loire Valley.
It was built in 1513 by Katherine Briçonnet,

then made even more attractive by Diane de Poitiers and Catherine de Medici,

finally saved from the rigors of the French Revolution by Mrs Dupin.
The site is enchanting, with its French garden and the park

surrounding adds to the impression of delicate grace that emerges.

Chenonceau Castle in the Val de Loire

Castles Oise
In the forest of Chantilly, on the town

Coye-la -Forest,

Castle White Queen stands on the banks of a pond Commelles.
The building was once a lumberjack lodge.

It was converted into a grist mill in 1765 then go hunting in 1825

in pure Gothic style.

legends circulate about the White Queen.

The first reports that the castle was built on the ruins of a fortress

belonged to Blanche of Castile.

The second says that a white lady haunts the premises.

The full moon nights, you can sometimes see the ghost of that mysterious lady ...

This charming setting is conducive to daydreaming,

time for a walk around bodies of water, and it is

probably not a coincidence if

Chateaubriant and Gerard de Nerval came to get lost. From the Blog

Faces of the Oise

Château de la Reine Blanche in the Oise © David Grouard

Near Compiègne, Château de Pierrefonds,

dismantled in the seventeenth century and rebuilt in the nineteenth century by the architect Viollet-le-Duc

is an extraordinary interpretation of the Middle Ages and the Renaissance.

path round the village it overlooks,

we admire the architectural perfection of this beautifully restored castle.

C hâteau in Oise Pierrefonds © David Grouard

Pierrefonds Castle in the Oise-© 2008-03 Gilles Richer

Castle of Pierrefonds-room weapon - 2008-03 © Gilles Richer

Impressive medieval castle owes its origin to the Gallo Roman ,

Vez was a military camp which was used to defend against invasions of Gaul barbarians.
This fortress where Joan of Arc stayed in 1430, this

beside a curious structural steel workshops Eiffel

a beautiful fireplace in the thirteenth century.

The set is a perfect specimen of military architecture of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries.

A contemporary garden inspired by medieval iconography occupies the interior of the enclosure,

extended by a work by artist Sol Lewitt on the ground floor of the dungeon.

modern art exhibitions are held there each summer.

Donjon de Vez in the Oise © David Grouard

The origin of the castle goes back to Compiègne the Merovingian dynasty.

The royal residence has its final location in 1380 spurred Charles V,

eager to build a fortress there.
The castle has undergone several transformations over the centuries but in 1751,

the reign of Louis XV that are launched, both of Ange-Jacques Gabriel,

work that will give the castle its current form.
Completed five years before the Revolution,

it offers a magnificent testimony of the last rays of the Old Regime and the splendor of the Empire.

can therefore be visited today the sumptuous apartments where the kings lived

Louis XVI to Napoleon III.

The castle also houses the museum of the Second Empire and the Empress Eugenie, and

the National Museum of Cars and Tourism

significant set of vehicles Animal and automobile

from its origins to the First World War.

Château de Compiègne - 2008-03 © Gilles Richer

Château de Compiègne-Salon interior Napoleon III style - 2008-03 © Gilles Richer

Chateau de Compiegne

- 2008-03 © Gilles Richer

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Tomorrow is another day ...

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Is 14k And 14kt The Same

love horses

On the site

Bestiary poetic Clicksouris

poems by children and young horse lovers

remind us of the immutable bond between animals and us.

Here is an excerpt

MY IMAGINARY HORSE

imaginary

My horse is a horse super

He called Fog

Her dress is all black.

Together we galloped in the fields

faster than the wind. And

evening storm

I buried my head

In the beautiful mane

This imaginary horse

And if I find one days

Sure, I'll keep forever.
Elina, 11, Fléac

The imaginary horse (author unknown)


THE HORSE
Horse Field
Horse Plains
Your mane in the wind
Galope under the ash.
files as you wind
You run in the meadows.
You love children.
And oats summer.
Horse hazelnut
Black or gray smoke
Or spotted
head to toe.
Agathe Biviers 9 years.

horse galloping in the waves (author unknown)

HORSES

The horses that we see over time
The mane in the wind
They gallop in the same direction as the sun
Horses magnificent creatures silky hair The
cheerfully, they pass before our eyes.
Horses brilliant sunset
dream come before reveille.
Cassandra, 10, Rouyn-Noranda.

Horse in the light of the sun (author unknown)

KELVIN
My horse is a beautiful gray rain cloud
grazing in fields with all the other horses I
staring eyes dazzled by the sun
looks as if a torch.
is short of breath and heart by storm
What I feel my skin on your gentle breeze. From a delicate fragrance
ravaging and header.
A windy in mind a hurricane in the heart
It is very difficult to leave, leave everything
From then losing a horse you like.
But why stay, if only to suffer.
I will live a new era as I see fit for my
Although heart we must be together
I'll live in shadow, and one day die.
Celine, 13-year-Plonévez Porzay.

The horse in the wilderness - Mirage or Reality (author unknown)

MY HORSE

My horse My horse I ' loves.
It shines like gold.
is a horse white
And I love her so much!
He loves to run in the meadow Or
gallop on the roads.
And in the evening in the barn, I would put
hay he eats
Then he went to dreamland
Until the day breaks And my beloved horse

Restarts the day!
Charlene, 10 years Champagné

The white horse waiting for his friend (author unknown)

THE WHITE HORSE
You run very fast
In the rising sun. You run very fast

You are the white horse.
You gallop in the wind. Nobody

arrest you You are the big beautiful white horse.
Really nothing stop you.
You are the great king of the plains.
Everyone t'obéit.
The largest herd of plains
is yours, no one denies.
You reign for many years
The white horse.
Nobody did nothing to challenge you
Beautiful white horse
The mating season arrives
Station to you, white horse
Your greatest strengths are derived
Station to you, beautiful white horse.
your kingdom will be completed soon
One of your son take your place
Paradise will be your place. When your beautiful
reign is over.
Chrystal, 16 years Alleur

Wild horses galloping (author unknown)

SLAB OF HORSE
I slab
says the horse
Nothing
hold me And I'm pale
All the time I eral
As an animal
I play ball But I'm hungry
endpoint.
Estelle, 10 years of Cagnes-sur-Mer

The mare and her foal in the meadow flowers (author unknown)

THE HORSE
Pur blood or horse, or Chestnut
Bai
From north or south,
Pony or Horse Galloping
free, lightweight
Bold, nothing stops him!
Courageous, Loyal
with those who love being
This majestic
Trotting,
the middle of the sun
It is the greatest conquest of Man.
Jade, 12.

Wild Horses (author unknown)

THE HORSE
Raising Dust, Wind
dancing in his mane,
Galloping into infinity, This animal
embellished,
Day by day he grows
becomes stronger, bolder,
may stop eating,
And no longer moving,
It can go faster than the wind
Or trot quietly.
It is unclear what will happen,
With that being upset;
It can be gentle as a lamb
may also find the time long
They say it is the greatest conquest of man,
Fortunately, it gives Apple
If the horse can not tolerate
The whip, whip. I
concludes:
The horse is the animal that obeys the blows
Who gallops without worrying about the wolves
Who character Variable
He's great.
Liza, 11 years Verrières-le-Buisson.

horse out of the mist (author unknown)

THE HORSE
the horse is at liberty
And he did not want to be caught
He gallops on the Prairie, Happy
he enjoys life.
It is so fine with her mane
that tossing in the air
so tender with her gentle approach
Who carries you beyond the story. If
fast with her beautiful shoes,
Whether one wants to ride it and go to gallop.
He has beautiful front arms,
that allow it to go further than the wind.
The magic of his nose,
transports you beyond the birds.
He has such beautiful eyes,
This beast has come a great God!
The horse is at liberty
And did not want to be caught
He galloped through the meadow, he
Happy enjoying life.
Lucia, 11 years Sucy-en-Brie.

Horse on the banks of a mountain lake (author unknown)

A WHITE HORSE
A white horse trotted slowly

I approach slowly
He looks at me calmly.
He gives me his head
I stroked his mane
And now
A friend for all time.
Madison, 10 years Patignies.

Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer

HORSE
I love horses too funny

is getting on his back
When he goes too

Or gallop The horse is my hobby
I hug
And then we'll
In his not
Mary Rudy and Sarah, 4, 6 and 10 years of Perpignan.

Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer

FOR MY Fashionette
I've loved so much as I've mounted

And I ' What
still loves the day your heart stops
Mine empties. Ho

fashion I love you And I will love you until I die.
On behalf of your beloved
Melanie Melanie, 14, Charleroi.

Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer

THE HORSE
I would devote all my time
In this horse so exciting!
To make him an alliance
I would win his confidence!
At the beach in the moonlight, I
gallop in the dunes!
I'd travel the world with him
And I would visit every country
As adventurers who found friendship.
Melissa, 14 years Villorceau

Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer

THE HORSE
With him I cross time
Hair in the wind
The beating heart
Until sunset.
Laura, 17 Chambry.

Horses in the Cantal © Gilles Richer

TO BEAUTIFUL STANDARD
You're born with your freedom,
To live with all your pride, From
stallion respected.
But one day misfortune has fallen on you
and your great reputation
From beautiful bay stallion. You
horse you've been abducted
In your world of gaiety
In your frenzied galloping
A landscape so enchanted
That no one can stop a human
Except
For stubborn desire to tame
To make you a trained pony.
The only man who deserved
To have you had with him,
Is the one who knew you back
Your freedom.
Pauline, 12 years Ellezelles

3 donkeys long hair © Gilles Richer

THE HORSE
I saw a horse at the carnival
Who's top of his foot estal
dreamed his beautiful companion
Partit covet Spain

Its vast plains known as Andalusian
He dreamed of his galloping
And its great walks
But he returned only on the track Or
fabulous trapeze
swirl and rise
As in his dreams, his freedom next

He waits, he loves her .
Sarah, age 11 from Bray sur Seine

The friendship between dog and horse © Gilles Richer

A WHITE HORSE

A white horse's mane A silver
Who runs under the rain.
I look.
He is on his guard.
I dare not approach him,
For fear of scaring him. It is wild

In this landscape.
To believe that on purpose
From him I remain very close.
He looks at me.
I look.
He approaches.
I have an apple for him in my pocket.
You and me, for sure, our friendship will last for eternity
,
My
A beautiful white horse's mane money.
Sarah, 11 years La Wantzenau

Horse Show at Chantilly © Gilles Richer

It's over for TODAY 'hui.
Tomorrow is another day ...

But until the next article
remember there is always a publication to discover
clicking in my

Virtual Library

soon.