Have decided, no more sad blogs here. There is other space for that. Things that made me happy.

Today was an unexpectedly nice day. You just can't make any plans can you? I was supposed to clean up this mess of a room. But then got a call and Chateau de Vizille, here I come.

What sticks in my mind the most is Phillippe's smile when he saw me. That little face full of white teeth brightening up my day more than any ray of yellow light would do. And off we went in the car. One little face smiling shyly in the back. On the way lots of stories about the strike, and the economic crisis and it's damned effects. Yes why? What has he done to suffer from this blasted thing? Anyways, keeping this happy. And then what else did we talk about? Not too much of couse the kids were excited as usual. One of the reasons why i love kids. They demand attention. And save you from thinking what am I to say next.

The chateau wasn't a great massive thing. And to be honest it wasn't even the prettiest thing I ever saw. But then it was now converted into a museum. I went into the museum by myself coz the children wanted to play outside. I wandered looking about at the paintings and sculptures that had something to do with the French Revolution. Everytime i keep telling myself I have to read some more about this. And suddenly a room called Chambre de Psyche. Wondered then and am still wondering, where does Psyche feature in the French Revolution. Minerva yes yes, Goddess of Victory (I hope I'm right). But Psyche? She's no goddess, just the girl Cupid fell in love with. A curious girl who according to me personifies the saying, 'curiosity kills the cat' Though her it was worse she almost had to give up her love. But then....hey Alison, you are going away from the topic. This will resemble a 17th century novella if you don't stick to the topic. Yah how i hated that one we had to study. Ok

But whatever the Chambre de Psyche was pretty. Atleast something i had read about. I know about the French Revolution too. But when you are faced with a museum full of the stuff you feel at least slightly like an ignoramus. What else did I like? Of course the library with it's books stacked so high up that they had a really nice ladder to reach up and get those books that you were too short to reach. And yes the paintings. But then after 45mins of wandering along wooden floors that creaked I was getting a little bored.

Oh i must tell you that i came across this wall where they had put up pictures of the Presidents of France who had stayed at the Castle. There was Charles de Gaulle of course. Somewhere down the line mitterand, his face had been scratched. Defintely some one who didn't support him. And then after Chirac was M. Sarkozy. His face was almost completely scratched. They don't like him much do they? Anyways let's not get into politics!

After the Castle went onto the grounds. The kids skipping in front and we two adults following. until they decided to make a chain by holding hands. We had ust enough time to look at the deers in the park. She's promised to take me there another time. To see the whole grounds. The other animals. And of course i'd love to go.

Before we left I had gauffre chantilly. Chantilly's nothing to do with the wine, by the way. it's a whipped cream on Gauffre (waffles). Nice. I specially enojoyed seeing the children devouring it, with the cream getting all over their faces. They are the sweetest little things! The kids I mean.

Then time to get back. The brother and sister gott into a fight. The mother had to pull over the car to make peace. But then it happens allllll the time. Saw some ponies on the way. That made Camille squeal with absolute pure delight. And tehy sang loudly. Some english songs too. Akon to be sure. Finally reached my stop. Kissed goodbye. Phillippe, strapped to his seat couldn't reach out so shook hands like a gentleman. I love those kids. Just watching them jump and frolic with their unending energy, makes me want to stop feeling cold and jump with them. I'll do that maybe. When they hold my hand I 'll swing it a little more. And walk with a little spring in my step.

Now with this nice philosophy floating in my head I need to wake up tomorrrow and clean my room.