Plan B. Malmaison.
We are very clever and managed to get on the right train going in the right direction to the right place- no problem. Off the train, out of the station and onto the street. Now what? With no châteaux in sight and not even any historic place signs we ask... a gendarme. And what does he do? Steps in front of an approaching bus, asks a quick question and flags down the correct bus, waving us aboard. A slightly surprised bus driver took my purse from me, counted out the correct fare and handed it back.
Malmaison
Josephine
Napoleon
The royal bed.
And a chair I particularly like.
Thinking of Penny... I took a few photographs of the best china dinner service.
There are only a few pieces at Malmaison, Richard and I saw the rest of the dinner set in Moscow, in the Armoury in the Kremlin.
From Malmaison we walk to the church where Josephine is buried. Sitting in the square opposite the church we order roast beef with dauphin potatoes. Absolutely wonderful... if you like your meat medium rare.. to very rare. Yes I had to eat most of Richard's too.






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