Fortress Montbazon |
…
through Montbazon for my last post from this little town on the
Indre. Regrettably my time here has
come to an end but I still have some interesting things about the place to
share.
Camped beside the river Indre means that it’s a short walk from the site to the heart of the town. It is also impossible to miss the remains of
the fortress that sits on the high ground overlooking the plain. The fortress was built by Foulque
Nerra – The Black Falcon – who in reality was Fulk III and son of Geoffrey I,
Count of Anjou. He was born around 970 and died in 1040 in Metz, eastern France. His life’s work was to
defend, maintain and extend his territories in and around the Loire. As a result, he is best remembered as one
the great builders of the medieval age with the fortress at Montbazon being
only one of the many similar structures, abbey’s and other buildings that he
had constructed around Tours during his lifetime. It is possible to visit the castle and see demonstrations of
medieval baking, tile making and calligraphy.
You can even practice your archery and your sword fighting if you
wish. I decided to give the latter two
a miss.
Old Mill, Montbazon |
As
we stroll along Rue de Moulin, take in the facades of the ancient houses and, don’t miss the
detail on the eaves of the house at number 37. And just here on the right is the ruelle des Anges. And there’s a little picture for those who are unsure of the translation! As I look down the narrow covered walkway I'm reminded of a conversation I had at a wedding a few years ago. An elderly gentleman, once I'd told my name, remarked that Angela was derived form the anciet greeek and that it meant 'messenger of the gods.' I remember smiling politely and thinking to myself, if my first name means that and my second name is that of a bird, what happened to my wings? I guess I'll never know, so I wander a little further down the street and on the right is the church of Notre-Dame de la Bonne Aide. I stop to read the notice on the open door which gives the history of the building of the church and tells me that the original church from 1550 was replaced by the current building. neo-roman in style, between 1851 and 1862. But I can not get further than the fourth sentence before Madame encourages me to come in. ‘We have a special exhibition,’ she says. ‘Patience please,’ I say and, after a further encouragement she eventually leaves me to read the rest of the historical notes.
The outside of the building does not prepare
me for the interior. Apart from all the
VIP’s, the Maire and numerous other people being lectured about the exhibits
and the church, there are some of the most exquisitely embroidered vestments
that I have ever seen. All beautifully
displayed in the central aisle and surrounded by walls and a ceiling that are
painted with not a single scrap of bare plaster to be seen anywhere. The interior was. The interior of the church, painted in 10863 by Henri Grandin, is
a marvel. By the alter I come across
the most important item in the exhibition.
A chasuble, stole and various other pieces embroidered by Marie, the
Duchess of Montbazon and dating from 1642.
detail on the eaves of the house at number 37. And just here on the right is the ruelle des Anges. And there’s a little picture for those who are unsure of the translation! As I look down the narrow covered walkway I'm reminded of a conversation I had at a wedding a few years ago. An elderly gentleman, once I'd told my name, remarked that Angela was derived form the anciet greeek and that it meant 'messenger of the gods.' I remember smiling politely and thinking to myself, if my first name means that and my second name is that of a bird, what happened to my wings? I guess I'll never know, so I wander a little further down the street and on the right is the church of Notre-Dame de la Bonne Aide. I stop to read the notice on the open door which gives the history of the building of the church and tells me that the original church from 1550 was replaced by the current building. neo-roman in style, between 1851 and 1862. But I can not get further than the fourth sentence before Madame encourages me to come in. ‘We have a special exhibition,’ she says. ‘Patience please,’ I say and, after a further encouragement she eventually leaves me to read the rest of the historical notes.
Vestments froming part of the exhibition, Montbazon |
This
is a town with a fascinating history, a marvellous community spirit and a zest
for survival that I doubt will ever be diminished by its proximity to
Tours. And, if after your walking tour
of the town you are feeling a little peckish then I can thoroughly recommend
the Milles Feuilles from the pâtisserie in Place André Delaunay. It’s just by the Hotel de Ville, you can’t
miss it.
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