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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:40:46 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:41:35 GMT 1
Like most towns in the country, as soon as you move beyond the boundary of development you are in.......the middle of nowhere. Here I am arriving at the outskirts of Largny sur Automne where I encountered the aptly named Moulin de Largny sur Automne. The moulin was built in 1516, destroyed in 1532, rebuilt in 1645 and in near ruins again in the 19th century at which time it was being used as a scale to weigh beets. I have absolutely no idea how one turns a windmill into a device to weigh beets, or even where the idea would come from, but apparently there was some expert on doing just this in the old days. It was a ruin in 1973 when the owner of a stone quarry and some friends decided to undertake its restoration. New metal wind fans were added and to turn them a motor from a Peugeot 203 and some Renault and GMC truck parts were used. Good thing this town has a windmill because that's pretty much all there is to see. Similar to most other small towns I visit, the inhabitants were invisible and thus I have no pictures of them. Here, I'll prove it to you. Don't see anyone do ya? Ha! I told you so. Leaving Largny sur Automne I entered what I would describe as a beautiful forest. Other fancy pants writers would describe such a forest with all kinds of flowery moon in June type superlative language but what's the point when you've got a picture The forest broke to reveal a short stretch of a few attractive country homes.
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:42:24 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:43:22 GMT 1
Knowing about history is all fine and well but I wanted to get behind the walls to have a close up look at this pretty cool donjon and château. I rode this way and that way along the length of the wall looking for a gate or some sort of opening until I came to a sign directing me to follow a dirt trail to the bottom of the hill. All that pedaling uphill only to be redirected back down to the bottom was not what I was hoping for. It was all pointless anyway since the château didn't open until 2:00 in the afternoon and it was maybe around noon while I was there. This was the only picture I was able to get which adequately showed any portion of the donjon. The adjacent château was impossible to photograph. Aside from the photo of the top of the donjon I took from the village there didn't appear to be any other viewpoints from which to get an appropriate picture of the donjon so I just took off down the road to continue my journey. Good thing I turned to look over my shoulder one last time or I would have missed this. Turning back around and off I go. Next the map showed a ruin called Abbaye Royale Notre-Dame de Lieu-Restauré. What is left of it dates from the middle of the 16th century. It's open on weekends from April to October and the entry fee is 3€ and free for under 14.
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:44:14 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:44:58 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:45:50 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:46:47 GMT 1
The following is a series of photos I took riding through anonymous little towns and villages and stretches of countryside. I was starting to get hungry and since I was in the middle of nowhere that meant I was probably going to get hungrier. I should have gone to the supermarket or a boulangerie or pâtisserie in Villers-Cotterêts and bought some food to put in my backpack but I hate weighing myself down with extra stuff, even if that stuff is meant to prevent me from ending up in my present hungry state. If there was a restaurant around here it was after 2:00 so nothing would be open. This rarely happens in the country but at this exact moment I happened to be passing by some sort of food selling establishment. My increased expectations were lowered as I entered the building and saw a rather drab looking bulk food vending store, half of which was occupied with various cases of soda and water and the rest with mostly boxed dry goods. They had a meager shelf with a few offerings of packaged snack foods so I chose what looked to be the heartiest among the disappointing selections. Happy to have at least something to put in my stomach I left with my package of a dozen chocolate covered gaufres (waffles). No sooner had I left the building than I noticed a little mini-golf course with a crêpe stand so over I went to supplement my diet. If you've ever eaten a tire then you know what a crêpe from a mini-golf course tastes like. At least it had nutella inside. Not the most nutritious meal but I got my essential vitamins and minerals from a bottle of Orangina. Waffles were on the desert menu but since they were a year old they mostly crumbled between my fingers. Luckily I have good manners so I was eating over the package (much like I eat over the kitchen sink) to catch the crumbs in the plastic box, making it easy to tip it into my mouth to inhale the crumbs. Nutella crêpe, an Orangina and a dozen chocolate covered gaufres packed in my stomach and I was feeling better than ever and ready to go.
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:47:34 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:48:23 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:49:19 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:50:10 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:51:04 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:52:00 GMT 1
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Post by French Mystique Tours on Feb 14, 2011 23:53:13 GMT 1
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