When I was twelve years old, I stayed in this château for ten days.
My very first holiday, and the first time I was away from home.
I remember the long walks with girls my age in the surrounding park.
I can even recall some of the conversations we had.
This is how the château looked in my memory.
I can still hear the music coming from this window, as a signal we had to gather in front of the building.
And then we would cross this bridge to go inside.
I think we had to go through this door to the place where they served our meals.
But when I revisited this place, I was truly surprised to discover that this is the real front door.
And this is what you're supposed to see when you visit the château.
The front side.
And the real main entrance!
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