The lovely Agnès Sorel rests in peace, tenderly watched over by marble angels in the church of Saint Ours.
A thousand years old, the ruined donjon looms over the town, probably the first stone built defensive tower in France since Roman times, and still the tallest. Donjon = castle keep, not dungeon.
This is about as busy as it gets at the Logis Royal, even on a hot summer day.
Looking out over the ruins of the medieval castle.
Ludovico Sforza, the great Renaissance patron of the arts and Duke of Milan, spent his last 4 years in this damp dark cell (= cachot, which comes closer to the meaning of the English word dungeon). A geophys search for his likely burial place has been conducted recently. I don't suppose he realised when he enjoyed time in Leonardo's workshop years before, learning how to paint frescos, that his experience would be put to such a melancholy use.