Resting was nice but boring. And Anne told me about an old castle in the town. When it comes to castles, old citywalls and such, I must admit I’m like a little boy.

So I went out for a stroll in the beautiful town. And when I reached the top of the hill in Montélimar were the castle rises majesticly I learned that the castle has very generous opening hours. Except Tuesdays…:-(

So, a bit disappointed, I walked back when I remembered that Anne told me that the town is also reknowned for the French nougat. And I found it! With my new investment, lovely homemade French nougat, I went back to continue my rest and to dream about fantastic castles…:-)