France. The Final Destination.
These are the continuing voyages of the Flying-Brick ‘Gnome’. Gnever Gnomeless.
Chapter 26: Willy-Waggling.
We had escaped the clutches of the White Queen. The castle’s beauty had, for us, been checked, but not mated.
This immense building has housed many a maiden. Some were bone fide wives, some were ‘a bit on the side’, but over all of them was a controlling male. Constructing a house this huge is the super-rich way of willy-waggling. Most of us have to make do with having a better car than you. Or, I don't know, a bigger willy?
On leaving the house of ill repute, we took another tour of the gardens..
Remarkably few willies were seen, but I did stumble across a rather strange fish with serious abdominal problems.
It was time to leave this beautiful but contradictory chateau. The contrast between its highly controlled, safe entry system and its attempt at being a super-spreading event was telling. I’m not certain that the Health and Safety Inspectorate would have been happy with the explanation that the chateau was built too long ago to have to comply with regs. I'm not sure that H&S exists even now in France, there doesn't even appear to be a word for 'safe'. A reckless lot the French...
For any chance of a night’s sleep, we had to leave the train station come landing strip next to Chenonceaux well behind us, thus once again our plan needed tinkering with.
We were to stop overnight in a village called Montrésor.
Montrésor, French for 'My Treasure'.
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