After our wonderful trip to Veuve Clicquot and Reims Cathedral, we veered (literally-one of those last minute turns, Jane was driving and there was a median involved!) into the town of Bouillon.
These people were ready for something to eat (and drink - after our recent off-road experience) especially the littlest one, which explains the veering mother at the wheel!
It's taking some people so looooooooong to eat their dinner, and the time is marching on, so how about Mamère and Zoë go looking around this Duchy while they finish up.
It's getting pretty late, so we'll have to hurry through town if we are going to find The Prince before dark.
Not only has no one come after us to see what we're up to, but it's past any good little girl's bedtime by now n'est pas?
This has got to be where The Prince lives, but it's SO big and SO old, I wonder if there's a smaller more romantic little palace nearby?
These must be the Royal Swans! This would be quite a deliciously fun realm to rule wouldn't it?!
The Castle clock says it's past nine. All little girls should be rushing home to bed.
WAIT! What's that around the bend? Why it's a little castle! I'll bet that's the Princess' castle! Look at the sweet little turret. One could easily climb up there and fall fast asleep. It probably has a soft mattress and a cozy duvet.
...who was fast asleep about two seconds after entering her
chariot. We have a lifetime ahead to look for Princes my sweet!