The second château we visited was much, much older. Sadly, it had been bombed in one of the wars (I think the Great War, but I could be wrong). All that survives is broken wall surrounding the restored church inside. Everything else was abandoned and enver repaired. Pictures below the fold.
The outside of the wall.
The Passage under the wall and into the courtyard. Scary.
If you look through the door at the end, you can see the beauty of autumn.
The church inside provided a beautiful contrast of the hope and beauty
of God and the destruction and ruin of Man.
Just to prove I really was there.
We decided we didn't want to take the scary passage again and tried to scale the walls.
Sadly, the wall was too much for us, and we were forced to find another exit. If it hadn't been for the annoying white dust that got all over our clothes, we might have made it. As we snuck out of the château, we witnessed a horrible battle (I have a video of it, but can't figure out how to post it) between Revolutionary forces and Royalists. Well, they were all speaking French so I assumed it was one of the half-dozen French revolutions and not between the Germans and French. Oh, and they were all about the age of 8 or 9. They had guns that made delightful bang-ing noises, and we got to witness several theatrical death scenes and the raid on the château as the ladies of the court threw rocks at the intruders. My German friend couldn't take the violence, so we left before we found out who won. Unfortunatly, the papers neglected to mention it the next day so I guess we'll never know who won.