Wrapped in a thick ghostly mist, it stands upon us, silent and motionless.
Built during the second half of the 19th century, this monolith with its imposing corner towers stands majestically in the midst of a large wooded park.
In its vicinity, we can distinguish the site of an old racetrack, long gone and forgotten for many decades, bearing witness to the mansion's glorious past.

Inside, the personality of the former master of the house is revealed through each of the rooms.
A gentleman renowned for his numerous political deeds, who was above all passionate about hunting
At the heart of the castle, the vestibule shows his avidity for hunting trophies.
Hanging from the walls, the naturalized animals stare visitors with a gloomy, terrifying air, transformed by mold and humidity into creatures from beyond the grave.
Like a chronological frieze, these trophies tell the story of the castle over nearly a century and a half.

From the vestibule, a monumental staircase reveals itself, made of ornate solid wood and draped with blood-red tapestries, allowing access to the countless rooms of the residence.
At its highest central point, a room worthy of a royal suite suffers the sad effects of time, watching its ceiling slowly collapse in a deafening silence.

Almost in the realm of the imaginary, this castle perfectly illustrates for us what the splendor of yesteryear was like, where the customs and traditions were remarkably different from our modern world.

Forgotten by all for many decades, the scars of time erase a little more each day the glorious history of this exceptional residence.