Wedding photos at the Chateau
wedding receptions and outdoor shots
In Vallery, there may be times for contemplation in perfect harmony with nature. The sycamore with seven trunks, formerly known as the tree of meditation, remembers a flowered huppah dangling in the shade of its celestial branches one sunny afternoon, like an ephemeral canopy. There are many such "green theatres" here to soothe the soul, such as the leafy rose garden, the orchard harbouring two caryatids in stone and moss, a clearing at Buddha’s feet, and the shade of a four-hundred-year-old oak tree.
The rose garden stands on the very spot where the old tithe barn used to be, and has inherited its walls. The fascination exerted by walled gardens dates back to medieval times. The trelliswork in the arched gallery has long since disappeared, as if strangled by the wisteria. Box and hornbeam set the tone in this green theatre, sculpting the landscape.
Dazzling, dizzying and ephemeral actors take centre stage here all year round. They bud and bloom, harbouring the colours and the fragrances of lily, fig, dog rose, clematis, lavender, laurel, honeysuckle, jasmine and hollyhock, and roses from Damascus, Cyprus and Marrakech. Vines tangle and snake beneath the conniving gaze of Bacchus. Crystal waters gurgle skittishly out of his mouth to flow from pool to pool.
Further on stands a string of small gardens known as the Closerie. Each one is a masterpiece dotted with sculptures and proudly sporting parterres of camellias, rhododendrons, azaleas and hydrangeas. It is pleasant to stroll among fragrant plants born of the heath.
A"celebration" captures all the quivering gold of the night, freedom, wine, beautiful dresses, passion, the arts and unknown savours, the smell of wax, lily and rose, celestial music and tribal rythms, the promise of the dawn and a little of our soul, dizzied to feel lost in this maze of fascination.
When evening falls, everything at Vallery seems to float in shades of grey and gold: from the Rose Garden beneath the ramparts to the grounds dazzling in the flames of a thousand torches. Later, when night is not quite night but the sun is still hiding below the horizon, the last notes of music fade beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Grande Galerie. Then, as if by magic, silhouettes and ochres appear, sketched out by a play of awaking shadows, stretching, immense. If one consents to fall under the spell, to leave all certitudes behind, to become detached from any culture, one has a chance of experiencing change from within and leaving this citadel steeped in an exquisite serenity.
After being plunged into oblivion for centuries, the château is sparkling once again late into the night. Exalted by this unexpected rebirth thanks to renovations and embellishments, the château dedicates its fine new reputation to its artists and particularly to the photographers and videomen who immortalized him beneath the star-studded Burgundy sky.
May these flames continue to burn and this spirit to reign! May this land resonating with the sound of galloping knights live on! It seems moved by the vows of today’s young lovers. Time stands still here, losing itself in the unfathomable and marvellous maze of our emotions. Elsewhere it would take flight...