Chateaus of Loire Valley

Chateau d’Amboise

After the Sunday market, we walked to the Amboise Castle. It was still drizzling and I regretted not bringing my trusty sneakers to Paris . My converse would look way cooler, I'd thought. By the time I climbed to the castle, my converse and the lower half of my jeans were soaked and I was freezing my toes off.

The castle from the outside. (Bottom)

One of the buildings in the castle, possibly a church. The Amboise castle is not very big, to begin with, so it was not really worth a visit. (Bottom)


Views from the castle and it was still drizzling...

Some paintings in the castle.

Stone staircase and my wet jeans...

Lunch time! We ate at this restaurant called Le Lion D'or outside of the town centre that served set lunch at 25 or 29 Euro for a starter and a main. Not a bad deal for the quality of food we had. Starter for me was potato souffle with escargot and little lobster. For him, it was foie gras with sliced pear. For main, I had the veal with asparagus and little lobster and him, salmon with big lobster.

Thing about ordering food in paris is that there is always an element of adventure and surprise as we do not understand the menu and depend heavily on the waiter/waitress' translation, which is not always accurate or reliable. And don't rush the process. Just wait patiently for your food like the other patient and have-lots-of-time-to-waste Parisians. I saw an old couple at a table when we first entered the restaurant to make a reservation at 1pm and left for our B&B to collect our car (so as to park there and then proceed to Chateau de Chenonceau after lunch). They were still there when we finished our lunch and left restaurant at about 2.30pm. Talk about slow food.

Potato souffle with escargot and little lobster

Foie gras with sliced pear

Veal with asparagus and little lobster

Salmon with stuffed lobster - this one elicited the most oomph.

We drove by the 'Pagoda' on the way to Chateau de Chenonceau. It was nothing to shout about but the 10 minute walk amidst the trees and the idle chat with my darling was nice.

Chateau de Chenonceau

This castle is worth the visit - it's huge with many interesting stories (scandalous and bizzare ones) about the kings and queens and other residents.

Again, another one of those 10-minute walk into the castle. But I find walking in Paris and surrounding areas very scenic and pleasant.

A chapel in the castle. Seems like the royalties like to build churches in their own premises and pray in solitude.

One of the rooms.

A boudoir of one of the queens.

When the king died, the queen mourned his death by painting the room black with black drapes and black everything. I couldn't be bothered with the names of the kings and queens but I guess I could find out in the internet if one day I wake up dying to know.

A view of the castle.

The gardener's house? Looks a little too pretty.

A lake outside the castle.

I Love Paris...

It is every girl's dream to go Paris. That's why when my older prince finished his PSLE last year, I told my hubby that I would follow him to London, at long last! and extended our trip to Paris as well. And yes, Paris is truly romantic and London is great for shopping and musicals. We spent 12 days in these 2 lovely cities and I was free as a bird and happy as a lark. I also slept like a baby and ate like a pig.

It reminded us of the Switzerland trip we took 3 years back as we spent quality time with each other with no cares in the world. Although I hate flying, and for 13 dreaded hours, I am happy I went.

However, I wished I had done more research and planned our route better. We landed in London Heathrow at 6am, took a 2-hour Eurostar train to Paris, then hired a car and drove 2.5 hours to Amboise, Loire Valley. So by the time we reached our B&B, it was 6pm. As we were so tired, we couldn't go out for a proper dinner. But Loire Valley is a place near Paris that is worth going. I can't imagine spending 7 days in Paris centre. I need my countryside. I need my space.

Le Vieux Manoir, Amboise, Loire Valley

Our B&B, Le Vieux Manoir in Amboise, Loire Valley is a quiet little town with very little action. As it was not yet tourist season, we were the only guests in the B&B and the host, Gloria, told us she would spoil us and she did. Gloria and Bob are Americans who moved to Paris some 13 years ago to set up a B&B here. The entire manoir is very private and surrounded by lots of greenery and flora - perfect!

The living room and fireplace.

The little black Renault in the middle is our car.

This is a view from the 2nd floor window. (Top)

Views from our 3rd floor bedroom. (Bottom)

The creaking little hallway that led into our room. (Bottom) Very warm and inviting.

The next morning, we took a stroll along the little streets in the neighbourhood before breakfast and breathed in the fresh morning air. It was drizzling a little but it was freaking cold. I was wearing a wool sweater and a wind-breaker plus leather gloves and I could still feel the chill.

A pleasant surprise find - almond and chocolate croissant in a little boulangerie that opens at 730am. Many bakeries in Paris open this early but they close in the afternoon about 3pm.


The Amboise bridge and river.

The Amboise chateau is on the right.

A small street near our B&B. (Top)

The Breakfast

Breakfast at the Le Vieux Manoir was an event in itself . Our first meal of the day was at the greenhouse facing the garden, so we were shielded from the cold but still enjoyed the outdoors. The breakfast spread was the usual European fare but very chic: hot chocolate or tea or coffee, selection of breads, jams, cheese, yoghurt, fruits and fruit juice.

The breads are so nice - soft on the inside and crusty on the outside. The cheese and jams were sheer delight. (Bottom)

The hot chocolate and strawberries.

On the 2nd day at le Vieux Manoir, I was feeling a little flu-y and requested for the homegrown peppermint tea. But I couldn't miss out on the bittersweet and rich hot chocolate.

The rasberry tart was truly tart and natural.

This is the best yoghurt I have ever tasted in my entire life. It's vanilla flavour and sold in glass bottles. We took the bottles home as souvenirs and to remind ourselves that there is such a thing as yummy yoghurt in this world.

After breakfast, I explored the garden and surrounds and took pictures of the little things that made me smile.

This is a cherry blossom tree. Who knew we could get to see this in Paris?

The Sunday Market

We had a rabbit leg and a sausage in this stall where roasted potatoes were cooked in the meat fats dripping from above and sold by the trays.

Uncooked sausages - didn't look appetising at all.