This is the continuing with our jaunt to Chinon, ut this time, up to the Fortress.
Get up there, that’s what we had to do. Thats a modern elevator on the right !
But even that elevator didn’t cut all the distance…After a long winding walk through a small street and alongside a road ( the usual entrances are closed do to some castle renovations), then finally on a footpath that leads to the entrance.
This gives you an idea for the height of the towers !
What’s left of the room where Joan of Arc met the future King of France ( story in next post). As it sometimes is, when you visit Historical places, you can be dissapointed to find so little ! Time has come and left it’s rubble…
Commemorative marker
Another angle on the famous spot.
La tour de l’Horloge/ The Clock Tower. It holds both an ancient bell named “Marie Javelle” ( not visible), dating from the 1399 ( that still rings on each half hour), and a small Joan of Arc museum.
Statue that depicts Joan of Arc on a noble steed.
Authentic armor,made from hundreds of chain links. Found on one of Joan of Arc’s battlefields.
Finally, a crossbow, like soldiers in Joan of Arc’s time used. But, I have no idea if this is authentic/a copy ( but,I would think a copy)
The modern elevator looks so out of place! Like one of these back to the future movie
Oh…I had chills looking at these photos and reading your words.
I could actually FEEL the history through these images!!!
I bet it felt incredible to walk through the footpaths and buildings. That’s how I felt when I walked thru the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. It’s like I could feel the energy that still remains there.
Thank you so much for sharing these posts, my friend. I look forward to your next post!
XO
Zhu- It surprised me when I saw it too !! But, I’m more than sure more than one tourist was happy to have it.
Ronnie- Ooooh; you got shivers down your spine
It’s true; when you go through a very old building, you feel like the place has LIVED. D & I just trod here & there and look at everything from different angles.
I would like to visit Anne Frank’s home one day, but I have to be brave. Because I read her Diaries when I was about the same age as she was in hiding. So moving; hand me a Kleenix, pls…
Hugs XXX
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