

This is the view from the A10, turn right into the corner now blocked by this Lavendar bush. And we will find a road with lots of payment carpark lots with the tiger machines on the sidewalks and a whole host of other "parang welding" shops!
Looking to the left from the place I took the Lavendar bush above, is this 8 arch bridge that marked the important river of Loire Valley, the river Loire of course.
Now, as I moved the van through this tight streets, I was astonished at the amount of people here. It looked deserted from the river bank! Streets here are extremely narrow and with iron bollards on the sides, one must not get too excited when met with an oncoming car, there is no going forward or backwards, only 1 lane! Someone has to give......being a die hard driver, it ain't gonna be me bro!

Finally, after much manuovre, I am out of the place and parked illegally! See, the white van. Some guy horned very loudly, so I went to shift the van into some spot when I saw the white lexus in the foreground moving off! Hahaha....just my day, praise the Lord!!!!!!


Went over to buy the tickets to enter. Can't figure where the rest went after I ran off to take this shot of the corner tower which is near the main entrance! Frantic, I ran like my tail was on fire, after all, the keys to the van was taken by the guide that we hired and I am 200 km from Paris where all my luggage was left....not a very nice place to get marooned!


This is how it looked like on its way in. This is how the people of old, on horse backs rode into. Imagine from the scale of things, the thickness of this fortress! The hallway where horses rode through spirally up to the main abode itself on top. This whole castle was carved out of the mountain or it was built with a 500 mega ton land fill! There is a story I was told in this hallway, one of the kings that rebuilt this place, Charles VIII, on eve of palm sunday, 1498, rode down this hallway with his queen after rebuilding this place in which he was born in 1470, after it lied in ruins resulting from war with Italy, at then, just 28 years of age, he hit his head on one of the lintel of his doorway on his way to bring the queen to watch players of tennis on the plains. The hallway was a filthy passage way, used as a lavatory, to the Hacquelebac gallery, then he fell ill, lost consiousness and died nine hours later on the straw mattress in the TOILET! Nobody dared to move him! KING DIED IN THE TOILET! ALAMAK! So the made a memorial GARGOGLE...or GARGLE...or GARRRR...oh, never mind, he still gargling his mouth till today with his hand over his forehead shouting ALAMAK.....KEPALA SAKIT LAH! See his expression?
Once out of the passage way, the thing opened up to a nice roof top garden...only 100 ft from the ground level.....it would have taken millions of man hours to do this landfill!














