|The Castle of Dampierre|
|The castle of La Madeleine, in Chevreuse|
Astonished by the unknown song of a bird, an old castle "wakes up" slowly, while the morning dew has just put 2, 3 drops of tenderness here and there .... This old castle turned to him, to which the song appears so graceful, so clear, not those that adorn the region are beautiful, but this one is so special, so carnal that leaves him feeling a sweet fullness and tenderness mixed .... He saw, he has overcome and please, control and combat, but a song like this had never so touched, he had never left a plan if indiscriptible, he began to imagine, Within a second, the edges of twenty years, when there it was in full swing, euphoria ....
The storm rages there, far away, the castle Dampierre think Chevreuse, in others, he imagines soaked, sutured water, wind and cold ... but the castles here, Ile de France, do not give in, let flow the wrong time, catch rays and summer, and lulled by the charm and delicacy .....
The World of Castle
The Remains of Castles