A Rough-Cut Gem in the Mayenne: le Château du Fresne

Faded Grandeur Adorning the Verdant Landscape of Mayenne (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

Cherie happened to be knocking around the interwebs the other day and somehow chanced upon a site for an obscure château we hadn’t heard of before: Château du Fresne. Little more than a half-hour’s drive away, this monument historique looked intriguing. So, Cherie made a quick phone call in order to arrange a tour of the place and off we went the next day.

Morning Light Streaming into our Petit Salon as We Awake for Another Day of Discovery

Château du Fresne (https://chateaudufresne.org/) reposes quietly in a green valley just a few kilometers northeast of the town of Mayenne. A small, picturesque village bearing the pleasingly proud name of Champéon perches at a respectful distance just a couple of fields away. Finding the château is a bit of a challenge. As is often the case with more obscure rural destinations, Google Maps directed us down a country lane which quickly became a dirt track. We were later informed that this was the long-disused drive from the 17th century which now requires an off-road vehicle to navigate. Don’t go that way. Luckily, we have had the experience of these kinds of Google follies before and wisely turned around to seek an alternate route. We found it a few minutes later – minus the off-roading.

The Rear of the House, Protected by its Moat (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

The residence and its principal outbuildings are arranged in a classic U-shape, the whole set amongst a pleasant natural setting of green fields and woods. The compound is surrounded by a substantial water moat, crossed by a stone bridge at the gates, opposite the house’s entrance. As it stands today, the house presents a restrained 18th century façade in the French country manner. It is pleasingly faded, wearing its age like a badge of honor. But the occupation of this site is said to reach back to at least the 12th century, if not earlier. Whatever the case may be, the place exudes a feeling of great age – in the best sense.

Le Grand Salon with Its Very Early Copy of Rubens’ Judgement of Solomon The Rear of the House, Protected by its Moat (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

Casual visitors are welcome to view the exterior and the grounds. However, if you’ve arranged for a tour (for a minimal fee) you are shown the main residential rooms in the ground floor, the chapel and the outbuildings on either side of the house. Well worth the minimal effort. The owner, Angelo, is Dutch and he splits his time between du Fresne and Amsterdam where he is occupied with the art business.

Le Chambre du Roi – The King’s Chamber (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)
An 18th Century Addition with Its Beautiful Parquet Flooring (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

We liked Angelo. He greeted us in a relaxed, casual manner which immediately put us at ease. And he proceeded to give the two of us a nice tour full of interesting history and anecdotes concerning past owners. Having a shared interest in architecture, restoration and decorative arts, we discussed in detail the many historical features still prominent in the residence and the challenges they face in preserving them. It’s a daunting task, to be sure, but well worth the effort. The house possesses some exceptional architectural woodwork, with elaborate carvings and rare painted decoration in abundance.

A Heavenly Space – Chapelle de Sainte Marie Madeleine (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

Standing at the house’s shoulder like an ancient spiritual advisor is the 12th century chapel of Sainte Marie Madeleine. It is a fine example of a medieval manorial household chapel. The chapel is intimate, comprised of a single bay with a narrow elevated gallery in the back, the whole perhaps able to seat twenty souls. Typically, the gallery is accessed by a separate doorway, probably leading to the lord’s private chambers. I could have happily lingered there for an hour or more, exploring all of the fascinating clues such buildings reveal. There remain faint hints of original painted wall decoration and structural alterations. Enough to incite the imagination to endless musings. It’s a real gem.

We also ducked in to the outbuildings which originally comprised a bakery, stables and barns. Though there is little to see in them today, these buildings demonstrate the ways in which manorial estates functioned as largely self-sufficient entities, producing, processing and consuming their own produce as well as the goods and implements needed to sustain them. The owners currently use the buildings for collaborative contemporary art exhibitions and other events. They also support an artist-in-residence program. Honestly, I can’t think of a better place to inspire the development of great art.

The Pigeonnier with the Chapel and House in the Background (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

Perhaps the most unique aspect of Château du Fresne is its pigeonnier. Standing upon a small artificial motte in the middle of the broad moat, this dovecote was built in 1539 to celebrate the marriage of the lord at that time, Jean d’Athenaise. The dovecote is octagonal, with timber framing and brick infill, and perched upon granite pillars. It contains enough holes to accommodate 700 nests. The right to build a pigeonnier was held only by nobility. So, this seemingly humble and functional structure was in actuality a conspicuous status symbol at the time it was built. It also produced a steady supply of eggs and meat for the household. The dovecote at du Fresne is especially picturesque, being so quintessentially French. Its graceful aging and commanding presence quietly remind us all of an age obscured by the mists of time.

As we wound up the tour, our host invited us down into the cozy old stone kitchen, a remnant of the previous medieval hall which was replaced by the current house. There we chatted with him and a few guests which had been staying in the residence. We were served some flan and lemonade while an older cousin of his relaxed in the courtyard outside with her friend. It felt as though we had been invited to a relaxing weekend gathering at a private manor. I suppose that, in a manner of speaking, we were.

We very much enjoyed our visit to Château du Fresne. It was interesting, enriching and quite friendly – a pleasant way to pass an afternoon. If you’re in or near the area, it is decidedly worth paying a call into this charming example of France’s past country life. Under the guidance of its new owners, du Fresne also appears to have gained the promise of a bright and vivacious future. It certainly deserves it. And to that end, we wish them the best of luck in their endeavors.

High-Rise Living for the Birds – Inside the Pigeonnier (photo courtesy of the du Fresne website)

Holiday Horse Barns: a Christmas Market at the Lamballe National Stud Farm

A Stall Amongst the Stables

For some reason, Fougères does not host a Christmas market. We’d like to go to some of the big ones some day. But, for now, travelling farther afield is quite difficult for us. Our beloved dog, Saxon, is aging and he doesn’t travel well. We don’t wish to impose upon our friends and putting him in a kennel while we’re gone is simply out of the question. So, for the time being, we are focused on more local events.

Elves Can Never Resist a Photo Bomb

Quite by chance I happened to discover that a Christmas market was being held at the Haras National (the national stud farm) in Lamballe. Silly me, I wasn’t even aware that there was a national stable in Bretagne at all. Plus, this was to be their inaugural holiday market. And, there was an equestrian show. Oh, man! I couldn’t wait to tell Cherie. She is mad about animals of all kinds. But she has a particular love for horses. As a young girl growing up in Washington State, she kept a horse and rode in many competitions (hunter-jumper, eventing, western). I only got half way into telling her about the market before she was already looking for tickets online.

Haras National de Lamballe: Luxury Flats for Some Lucky Horses!

The Haras National is located right in the middle of Lamballe, in the Côte d’Armor, about an hour-and-a-half drive west of us. We arrived around noon after following a series of tiny signs pointing us along a circuitous route through the back streets and suburban neighborhoods of the town – the kind of route taken by political dignitaries and rock stars when they’re trying to avoid notice.

Searching for Vin Chaud

It was a beautiful but cold day. It had been -3 degrees celsius when we awoke that morning, so we came prepared. Lots of layers. Waddling into the grounds, I made directly for the main attraction of my day: vin chaud. This French version of hot spiced wine is a favorite of mine. It’s the best part of the winter holidays and I never miss an opportunity to try out the local recipe.

It’s Better Than it Looks

My aromatic, steamy wine cupped lovingly in my now-warm hands, we then could move on to that other most-cherished of Breton traditions: the communal outdoor consumption of galettes-saucisses et frites. The Bretons have never met weather foul enough which would prevent them from taking a meal outdoors. Preferably amongst the company of as many friends, family and complete strangers as possible. Welcome to my nightmare. To be fair, our sausages wrapped in thin buckwheat galettes were excellent, along with the roasted potato wedges. Maybe it was the cozy wine softening my hard heart, but I actually enjoyed our meal. In a freezing tent. With a few dozen strangers.

Commerce in the Stalls

The market itself sprawled in and around several stable blocks. In a clever bit of planning, the vendors in the stable were housed in individual horse stalls. There were dozens of sellers and we enjoyed a good browse amongst the wide range of offerings. Predictably, we ended up buying edible things: local honey, cookies, etc. It was fun. Though we were surprised that, of all the variety on offer, very few items were related to the holidays. It was a Christmas market, after all. Still, the festive spirit of the event was clear and that was enough for us.


The pièce de résistance came at the end of our day: an equestrian demonstration. Cherie was able to book some excellent seats from which to view the show in a well-designed arena. We were fortunate to see some beautiful horses – some of them monstrously large – and witness some masterful riding and handling during the 30-minute event. Cherie didn’t stop smiling the entire time. Perfect!

Pony Rides by the Stable’s Water Tower

We had to rush back home directly after the show in order to be back in time to give Saxon his afternoon walk. So, we were unable to devote any time visiting the town of Lamballe itself. Undoubtably, we will return. But we left with happy hearts after a wonderful day at the stables. We hope you all find your own happy places this holiday season.

A Trio of Breton Beauties (click to play video)

Jardin de la Pellerine and Dolmen de la Contrie – Hidden Gems in the French Countryside

Le Jardin – So Beautiful

Whim. Such a great word. I like the sound of it. Whimsical, whimsy – those are good ones too. Good, woody sorts of words.* Words that will take you far in life. Perhaps even lead you to discover unexpected and lovely things.

Today, on a complete whim, we decided to take a short drive to the east of us, in search of two sites. To be honest, we had earlier planned to visit a town much further away. But we slept in. A lot. By the time we roused ourselves out of bed, it was much too late to get there and back in time for Saxon’s afternoon walk. We didn’t have the heart to break our dog’s schedule. He’s very punctual. So we hastily picked a couple of alternates and headed off , not really knowing what we were going to find.

Should I Stay, or Should I Go? – A Confusion of Signs at the Trailhead

First on the agenda was an allée couverte, or dolmen. Just one of a multitude of prehistoric megaliths dotted around western France, the Dolmen de la Contrie is a burial chamber constructed sometime between three to seven thousand years ago. This particular dolmen is located Mayenne, in a wood just north of the town of Ernée. Not the easiest place to find, we followed country roads to a turnout with some aging signs which may, or may not, indicate that one is allowed to walk through private property 100 meters to the site. We were a little apprehensive, but marched down the trail which leads pleasantly through a stony wood bordering secluded pastures. It was hot, so we were glad of the shade as we trampled onward. Not a soul was about. Not even a cow.

Over the River and Through the Woods

The trail emptied into a small, open grove of ivy-covered maple and beech trees. A small, clear brook gently burbled around the edge of the grove. There, in the center, stretched the line of massive,carefully laid stones like an ancient dinosaur frozen in time. Impressive. Awe-inspiring. Astonishing. Take your pick. We’ve seen several of these prehistoric megalithic structures now, and still they do not fail to immediately bring us to a stunned silence. It is simply stupefying how clever and industrious our prehistoric ancestors could be. I cannot really articulate why, but it somehow feels important to witness their efforts, to marvel at their accomplishments. It’s a humbling but satisfying experience. And only 20 kilometers away from home. How lucky is that?


From the dolmen, we hopped back into Ernée where we slightly crashed a funeral in order to use the public toilettes by the church. We were appropriately discreet and I think we managed not to offend anyone. Needs must. Slinking away, we dashed into a boulangerie where our sad faces convinced the baker to make us an after-lunch jambon et beurre (ham and butter on baguette) sandwich which we shared in the car.

Pausing at the Garden Entrance-That-is-Not-an-Entrance

Our next target was a garden: Le Jardin de la Pellerine. Classed as a jardin remarquable it’s only 18 minutes by car from our house. We have passed the sign pointing to this garden a number of times on our way to other places, but had not before given it much regard. Still, it was intriguing. And this time we thought, “Why not?” So, a short twist through the small village of La Pellerine and then a couple of kilometers amongst the open, undulating farmlands beyond, one comes to a lovely cottage surrounded by beautiful hedges and trees.

Numbered Signs and Bedazzled Arches in the Garden

Initially, we weren’t sure if we were in the right place. The French, it seems, excel in the art of subtlety when it comes to marketing. They are, in our experience, so subtle as to be positively enigmatic. Therefore the signage here (to the extent we could find it) was diminutive and somewhat confusing. But we eventually managed to work it out and we soon found ourselves at the garden’s welcome desk where we were met by yet another notice scrawled on the table: “Je suis dans le jardin … Follow the numbered signs.” Casual-cool, we supposed. We shrugged our shoulders and continued on, looking for sign number 1.

Beautiful Ornaments in the Jardin

As it happened, the numbered signs pointing the way through the various areas of the garden were very regular and clear. We had the entire place to ourselves and enjoyed a tranquil meander through countless garden rooms. There was a gentle breeze bringing us a myriad of floral perfumes and a ever-changing chorus of birdsong as we feasted on the visual delicacies of carefully curated herbaceous borders. The color palettes of each space are generally subtle and very pleasing. This gardener is not aiming for the botanical fireworks of the great château gardens. No, she has wisely painted her canvas with the gentle, classically calming colors of the french countryside. It is beautifully accomplished.

Garden Gnome

And it spreads over several acres. With her home firmly, organically situated in the center, La Pellerine expands into more open lawns, a charmingly shabby-chic conservatory, ponds, water features, bridges and woodland paths. The owner/designer has created an oasis of shaded and sun-dappled tranquility midst the vast hectares of open farm fields which surround it. The effect is magical and we thoroughly enjoyed our visit there.

The Cottage in the Distance

It was only at the end of our tour when we met the owner. She accepted our money for the entry fee with complete nonchalance while chatting with us and sharing her lovely dog, a wirehaired pointing griffon. She was quite happy to have her belly scratched – the dog, that is.

Chic Greenhouse

On all counts, our whims had paid off handsomely today. In the space of an afternoon, with minimal driving, we had sparked all of our senses and returned home feeling all the happier for it. And, we had discovered a couple of hidden gems, cultural sites which are well off the beaten track but deserving of greater attention. That, in my humble opinion, is a good day in France.

Pond, Bridge, Cottage, Person, Woman, Man, Camera, TV

*Name that Monty Python sketch. If you can, you’ve just had a very happy thought indeed. You’re welcome. If you are unaware of Monty Python, you have my sincere condolences.