Biographies have been written about Louise of Savoy and her children Marguerite of Angoulème and Francis I but few, if any, point out their cruel sides.
Marguerite was born in 1492 in Angoulême. Her mother, Louise of Savoy, was sixteen. Her father, Charles, Count of Angoulême, a member of the House of Valois-Angoulême, was thirty-three.
In 1483 two little girls arrived at Chateau Amboise to be brought up by the Regent of France, Anne of Beaujeu.
Louis XI’s daughter, Anne of France, was born when he was the Dauphin living on charity in the splendid Court of the duke of Burgundy.
Of all the children from the Courts of France who stay in my mind, Louis (XI) is right up there. The boy came into the world when the English army was at the peak of its brutal strength and his father, the Dauphin Charles (VII) had been disinherited in favour of Henry V of England.
The Capital of France was wherever the King was. Because Paris was under English occupation, Charles VII established his Court in Tours. All of his and Marie of Anjou’s children were born and grew up in the Loire Valley.
Marie, who grew up an orphan in the magnificent Pitti Palace in Florence, was the richest heiress in Europe.
Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu better known as Cardinal Richelieu, was Louis XIII ’s right hand man for the eighteen years prior to the Cardinal’s death. He was sixteen years older than the King.
In this portrait of Gaston of Orléans, he is wearing the crown of a prince of the blood an elaborate lace jabot and an ornate doublet.
Sandy invented the mobile. His kinetic sculptures, delicately balanced, suspended shapes move in response to touch or air currents.
Sculpted by world famous Surrealist, Max Ernst, The Baby turtle Hatchlings. were born almost sixty years ago to adorn the basin of his wonderful Fountain in Amboise.
I find the bronze sculpture, ‘Danseuse’ on display in Tours Musée des Beaux Arts mysterious.
One of the reasons, apart from the usual displacement activities, it takes so long to write a book is because of the rabbit holes the writer tumbles down along the way, often because of accidentally stumbling over just one sentence read somewhere or other a long time ago.
You can visit the house where Max Ernst lived in Huismes and Sandy Calder’s Studio in Saché. Both villages about an hour’s drive from Amboise.
Francis I, King of France, hated Charles V of Austria, The Holy Roman Emperor, with every fibre of his being. He hated him even more after 1525 following the disastrous (for Francis) Battle of Pavia when a crowing Charles locked Francis in prison.
It’s a year now since French chanteuse Denise Le Brun took her final curtain and joined her friends, Edith Piaf, Jacques Brel and Marcel Marceau in Showbiz Heaven.
Catherine, painted as the wicked witch of the west by some biographers, was loved by her daughters Elisabeth and Claude, her son-in-law Charles (Claude’s husband) her sister-in-law Marguerite, Diane of France (Henry II’s illegitimate daughter) and Christine her beloved grand-daughter.
In 1912, visiting a relative in Tours, François Coty, the perfume man, fell in love with the Loire Valley.
In Valençay, about an hour away from Amboise, is a monument commemorating ninety-one men and thirteen women agents of F Section of the Special Operations Executive (SOE) who died, many in concentration camps, for working with the French Resistance.
‘Leave it to George’ , a polite way of saying ‘pass the buck’, was once a popular saying in the UK and in America, however it originated in France.
It’s often hard to unscramble fact from fiction regarding the history of the French royal family. Not so in the case of the assassination of Henry III, the last Valois king.
Max Ernst, the French Surrealist, died on his birthday, 1 April 1976. He loved the irony. It was, you might say, surreal.
On 18 February 1478, George, duke of Clarence was murdered in the Tower of London on the orders of his brother Edward IV, king of England. Families!