After the death of Pirouette’s father, Prince Devant, his widow, the Princess Devant decided that living at the old King’s Court would be a good money-saving tactic. Less than a few weeks after the New Year (and Pirouette’s birthday) servants, retainers and useless hanger-ons bundled up and packed their wagons for the three-day journey. One bright spot was that the roads were frozen solid, making for easier navigation, especially over the occasional creek. Not one speck of mud would sully garments, or trap wheels in their mire.
At their first overnight stop in the village of Saint Germain-en Fossé d’une grande profondeur, Lady Marguerite remarked causticly, “The smaller the village, the longer the name…”
In reply, Princess Devant said, “I simply adore your ability to find le mot juste for every situation.”
Beautiful Photographs 
So beautiful.
Awww so sweet and dare I say “adorable”. 😀