|Château de Fléchères|
|Inside St. Bonaventure|
|Looking toward the Buri from a bridge on the Rhone|
|I could almost imagine living in a chateau|
Both Mrs. Belper and Aunt Louisa were passionate visitors of stately homes and living in constant hope of converting a mere “sighting” – that of a distant marquis crouched over his herbaceous border or a viscountess entering her carriage, for example – into an actual meeting during which sentences were exchanged.I suspect the owner, Pierre Almendros, was hoping one of us would be a millionaire who would want to subsidize the rest of the restoration of the chateau – or at least write an article for the New York Times Travel section! If I still worked with Frommer’s, I would definitely urge them to include the chateau in a “must see” chapter. He ushered us into the dining room and gave us champagne and a Provençal sugar tart with pralines (I was trying to save myself for dinner but could not resist). He was very friendly and answered all our questions about the chateau.
The bed was actually quite small
|Looking out onto the Chateau's garden|