I am really glad that manure truck got me away from the fields.
Now I am finding some good stuff.
I kept on running past the chateau I just posted about.
I saw this sign.
But it was raining and I decided to turn back home.
So, on another day, I finally follow the sign and head toward Le Mazeau.
First I see the gatehouse. Yeah, you read that right. The gatehouse.
I kept on running down the country lane next to the gatehouse. That is where I get a glimpse of the chateau.
I can't even get close enough to take a decent picture.
On the way back past the gatehouse, I saw an old guy, a young guy and a ladder. They were doing some kind of work. I asked if they lived in the chateau. No, they live in gatehouse.
Monsieur lives in the chateau, they said.
I asked if I could come back another time and take a picture of the chateau. They just shrugged their shoulders, looked at me funny, and said yes.
I am thinking that they didn't understand me. I wonder what they thought I was asking?
Did you hear the part about people living in the gatehouse?
I must be in France.
If you want to see this chateau, bring your running shoes.
Oh, for crying out loud, I am kidding.
Or am I?
This is the road that I am going to go down next.
I have to say, I am looking forward to my next run.