Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Oscar Wilde, Irish playwright, novelist, essayist, and poet (1854-1900) in The Picture of Dorian Gray
At three in the afternoon I thought everything was in order for tomorrow's meetings and so I rushed out of the hotel for one final visit to the chateau de Chantilly. Indeed I had the opportunity to see other corners of the domain and the musée that I had not yet seen. The bucolic sheep pasture with the temple of love in the background refreshed my soul.
I was able to enjoy more of the spectacular art collection amassed by the Duc d'Aumale. I enjoyed my two hours. As the church clock strikes nine, signalling time for sleep, the body will join the senses and the soul and be refreshed for the new day that awaits. Bon nuit.
...a day without cream...???
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You're right! I must make up for it tomorrow!
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