Youngs Around the World

Having missed our planned day trip to Chartres due to my surgery, we decided to take a detour (a big one – almost all the way back to Paris) between Normandy and Tours. Our love of churches and the carefree, adventurous nature of our trio outweighed the pain from the exorbitant price of European petrol – almost $10/gallon! The town of Chartres was awash with bright summer flowers and we soon forgot the distance of our detour.

A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the Cathedrale Notre Dame de Chartres is most interesting for its two grand spires, each of a different design: a 16th century Gothic spire on the left and a 12th century Romanesque spire on the right. While the Gothic design is characteristically ornate and the Romanesque spire is classically plain, the two blend seamlessly together to create a stunning and foreboding façade. Inside, a dark, almost ghastly ambience is imbued by the grey stone interior walls and the famously deep-hued stained glass windows filtering the only daylight. The sheer height of the domed ceiling is humbling. We spent our time walking around the altar, silently contemplating the Biblical sculptures and stained glass.

The most venerated object in the cathedral’s treasury is a veil that is purported to have been worn by the Virgin Mary when she gave birth to Jesus. Unfortunately, the section of the cathedral where the veil is usually displayed was under construction so we were not able to view it.

Back on the road, we continued toward Tours in the Loire Valley, famed for its lavish chateaux. The region was once known as a playground for 15th to 18th century royalty and nobility. We were an hour outside Tours when I began to realize that the hotel I’d booked for us was at least an hour’s drive from Tours and in the direction opposite of all of the chateaux that we wanted to visit. My heart sank further and further into my chest as we passed Tours and continued well into the remote countryside. My companions were great sports, however, and didn’t give me too hard a time. We finally arrived at a golf resort with two rows of charming two-storey villas on a spacious green property. As we checked into one of the upper floor apartments, we were delighted to discover a fully stocked kitchen and sitting room in addition to two bedrooms. It was the loveliest and most quiet place in which we have stayed in France, which almost made up for its location.

The next morning, we headed out for a day of touring chateaux. The two early birds in our trio were slightly annoyed with the late bird for snoozing late, lingering over a cappuccino, and then taking too long to get ready. The late bird was unconcerned by this, however, for three reasons: 1) she was post-surgical; 2) we were still on the road by mid-morning; and 3) the late bird knew that she was outnumbered and would be a slave to the early bird schedule soon enough.

A near two-hour drive finally landed us at Chateau de Chambord around lunchtime and we ate a quick picnic in the parking lot upon arriving. The chateau, commissioned by Francois I in 1519 as a hunting residence and taking 15 years to complete, is often toted as the grandest of all the chateaux in France. Interestingly, Francois only resided in it for 42 days during his reign (Lonely Planet France: Jan 07). A single glance at the magical exterior was enough to channel the vivid imagination of a childhood princess, conjuring the castle of her dreams. The Chateau de Chambord, with its many ornate domes, chimneys, and towers, could easily have been cartooned into a Disney film.

The chateau was set on a spacious property with vast, tree-lined fields. The entrance was so far from the parking lot that I had already exhausted my very limited walking stamina by the time we reached the foyer and I could go no further. I found a bench between two enormous tapestries and spent the next hour eavesdropping on guided tours in three different languages while Aaron and Valerie explored the interior. When we reunited, they cheerily reported that the exterior was the best part anyway.

The highlight of the day (in my biased, dog-loving opinion) was our final stop at Chateau de Cheverny. I had rested in the car between stops so that I would have maximum stamina for our late afternoon visit. The classical façade, pristinely manicured gardens, expansive grounds and magnificent period furnishings were a true pleasure to admire. However, we had come for a different thrill: the soupe des chiens, or feeding of the dogs. “As was the custom among the nobility of centuries past, Marquis Charles-Antoine de Vibraye – whose family has owned Cheverny since it was built – hunts with dogs.” Most of his 100 canines are a cross between English fox hounds and French poitevins. (Lonely Planet France: Jan 07).

After leisurely touring the chateau and grounds, we made our way to the kennels to secure a front row spot for the 5:00pm feeding. When we first arrived, the dogs were laying about in the lower outdoor area of their two-level residence. They were truly beautiful, resembling Beagles in color and body type, though they were larger in size. The sheer number of them created a magnificent spectacle of fur and floppy ears.

One of Cheverny’s two dog trainers (both of whom are purported to know every dog by name and lineage), who bore an uncanny resemblance to Adam Sandler, entered the kennel and opened a gate to an upper outdoor terrace. The dogs, knowing this to be the commencement of the feeding ritual, scurried up the stairs to the terrace after which the trainer closed the gate at the bottom of the stairs. By this time, about 4:40pm, a crowd had gathered around the perimeter of the kennel. With the dogs watching intently from above, the trainer hosed down the cement surface of the kennel. He then disappeared and returned shortly thereafter with a huge wheelbarrow of raw and plucked chicken and duck carcasses. He dumped the load into a pile and used a rake to spread the parts into a line across the kennel. Next he brought out a huge sack of kibble and spread it over the carcasses. The dogs became increasingly excited with each passing minute and all eyes were glued to the trainer as he nonchalantly leaned back against the opposite wall of the kennel to wait for 5:00 sharp. The dogs eyed their dinner ravenously for almost a full ten minutes before the bell of the chateau clock rang five gong-like chimes. At the sound of the clock, the dogs went wild! The trainer did not move; did not change his facial expression from the confident authoritative smirk with which he’d attended to all of his tasks.

When he’d reminded the pack that it was he, not the clock, who controlled their meal privileges, he walked slowly toward the gate and opened it. The dogs shuffled out and lined up a few feet in front of the food, barking madly. The trainer stood between the dogs and their food, gently waving his whip back and forth across the line as the maniacal pack inched toward the food. One fight erupted but the two culprits quickly melted into the pack. Then suddenly the trainer moved aside and carnal chaos ensued as the entire pack made a simultaneous mad dash for the meat. Not every dog would get a piece of meat; it was every dog for itself. Only the strong shall survive. Scuffles erupted over the meat and weaker dogs lost their booty to the alphas. Blood was shed from furry faces, necks and ears. Only when the meat was consumed did the nuggets of kibble begin to disappear. The entire spectacle lasted only two or three minutes but they were some of the most intense minutes of my life, witnessing the nature of the beast. As we walked back to the car, our hearts were racing with excitement. The soupe des chiens was one of the most amazing things that we’ve seen on the road and although my body was screaming “Too much!” by the end of the day, I will never forget the thrill of that experience.

On the way back to the country, the late bird happily pointed out to the early birds that, had the trio not gotten a late start that morning, we would surely have missed the 5:00 feeding. Forget the worm; in the Loire Valley, the late bird catches the dogs!

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