It’s only another 45 mins away. But it’s in the wrong direction. Of course I went!
I’m standing across the river in awe at one of the great fortress / palace of history. The yellow stone glistens in the late afternoon sun, the bare trees can’t hide the tiny town beneath it’s extraordinary walls. The reflection in the water shows up just how big the castle at Chinon is. And then I start to consider all that happened here over 800 years ago.