As we left the
château to make our way - carefully - down to the
salle communale near the boat dock where more Christmas market stalls had been set up, we noticed that the gate into the orchard of the
château, which is normally closed, was open because a small restaurant had been installed in the greenhouse there for the duration of the market. The last time I had seen these trees was last May when I attended the
Garden Festival. What a change! Instead of the riotous colors from last May, the orchard was now practically a study in black and white.
The trellissed plants were festooned with snow.
After our brief pause in the orchard, we returned to the road to continue our descent towards the lake.
The few dogs we saw looked as if they would much have preferred to be inside - or, at least - have a coat on.
The snowflakes were coming down so fast that they transformed this little flower shop into an impressionist study.
Mailboxes, usually prosaic, got into the spirit of the seasonal decorative act, where
cars on the road leading towards the
château were piled high with snow,
and even garden gates became sheer artistry.
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