Chateau Langeais. Langeais, France.
This was pretty uneventful. It was the beginning of what would be, literally, a month of rain in Paris. But, that’s Paris. It’s grey and black and beautiful. The gardens are green.
It did make me think about rain. It is raining right now. I think rain is good, but I don’t think it’s good luck. I read this:
“It pops up through Shakespeare”s works and I imagine it would have to do with a pastoral society, where rain would symbolize fertility- hence it is good luck on awedding day.”
Rain, freezing rain, means older people need to get home. So, three hours later, one is still in the University Club library, trapped. I didn’t talk to my friends, but I hope they had fun and the food was likely delicious. I love the candids someone took. The bridesmaids carried Duchess roses.
And, Bonnie Winston helped with the menu inadvertently. I was a hostess at The Prospect in Westport. It was textbook Prospect, minus the apple pie å la mode. Maybe that’s why people always have so much fun at other people’s weddings, regardless of the outcome. They don’t have to be one of the actors.
So, rain and weddings bring me back to talk about Langeais and this sketch.
“One particular noteworthy event at the castle took place in 1491 – the marriage of Anne of Brittany and King Charles VIII, the first stage in the reunification of Brittany and France. The political wedding included agreement that if Charles VIII died without leaving a male heir to the throne that she would marry the next king – and since all her children died very young that is what she did, marrying Louis XII after the death of Charles.”
I still don’t quite understand how this worked, but I will look it up later. I have looked at many pictures of Langeais. I see absolutely no remnant of anything looking remotely like this tower in my drawing.
I do like the stairs and stepped wall. As well the tile or whatever it is that supports the upper lookout. Maybe this was her escape tower. But which way did she go?
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