We finally made it out to Vincennes this past Saturday.
In news surprising to no one, I took a few pictures.
Louis IX (Saint Louis), who was responsible for turning the hunting lodge into a manor.
The pigeons out here are fat.
What appears to be a working drawbridge.
The 52-metre-high keep.
That moat is deep.
The château’s Sainte-Chapelle, originally erected as a display case for fragments (keep a straight face, keep a straight face…) of the crown of thorns.
Detail of the windows.
The stained glass windows of the Sainte-Chapelle as seen from the inside.
The (garish) memorial to the duc d’Enghien, a royal relation executed in the moat in 1804 for (possibly) aiding Britain.
It’s an altar. Per the sign, one is not supposed to sit on it.
The original bell from the belltower/horloge.
Windows.
A well.
No Timmy.
A view from the first level of the donjon. The wall at the right edge of the frame is the (still-working) belltower, home to a large bell which rung, as bells are wont to do, and scared the shit out of the both of us right after I took this picture.
The actual bell.
Long shadows in the courtyard.
Even keeps need shitters.
Some sexy rib vaulting.
The keep would eventually become a prison used to house high-value enemies of the state. This cell held the Marquis de Sade for seven years.
The interior view of the entrance to the donjon.
Gateception.
…I’ve seen her before.
The marker denotes where the unlucky duc was fusillé.
The back side of the château.
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