Une nouvelle saison démarre au musée Colette à Saint-Sauveur en Puisaye.
Le musée est ouvert du 30 Mars au 2 Novembre 2015, tous les jours sauf le Mardi de 10h00 à 18h00 non stop.
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Saint Sauveur en Puisaye – 40 mn to East
Saint Sauveur Puisaye is located in the department of Yonne, in the Burgundy region. Located in the heart of the natural region of Puisaye, it is a famous place for crafts pottery.
The city is really known for being the birthplace of the novelist Colette ; the Musée Colette, established in 1995, opens a literary walk in the world of the writer. A large collection of pictures of Colette at various times of his life, shows the different aspects of the character. The tour is enriched by collections of artifacts of the author and a copy of the living room and the bedroom of his apartment at the Royal Palace.
Poterie de la Bâtisse, a place where Colette liked to admire the objects from the country which she was so fond of. In a preserved pottery from the late 18 °, rediscover the work, actions, tools and kilns potters from the past.
La Bâtisse, 89520 Moutiers-en-Puisaye, Téléphone :03 86 45 68 00
Domain and castle of Chambord – 1h35 to West
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Chambord, it is not only the château and its magnificent double staircase : it’s also enjoy the multiple activities offered around and discover the exceptional richness of the forest.
Stroll carriage, ride horses, attending a horse show , rent boats or bikes, walk on park trails, observe the animals. Téléphone : 02 54 50 40 00
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At only 19 km (20mn) of Chambord, stands the château de Cheverny, private property which inspired Hergé for his castle of Moulinsart.Téléphone : 02 54 79 96 29
Furnished, heated in the winter (rare), you can also watch the feeding of the 2 packs of hounds for stag-hunting (at 18:00pm).
On the way to Chambord, driving on the D.940 and D.51, stop in a typical village from the region Sologne : Souvigny-en-Sologne (45 min.)
The Church of St. Martin’s caquetoir, small red brick houses, returning into a difficult past where we hugged and baked the bricks …