A drive down to Wallonia, the southern half of Belgium. A car parked on the side of the road. A gate cut open to the size a human could walk through, though he must duck. A ground crisp with fallen leaves completely covering the earth beneath our feet. The sound of crunching. The scenery completely brown from trees and hints of green, Spring growth. After what seemed like an entire forest with the fear of snakes and *trespassing rifles looming, though it was only a five-minute walk, turn a corner.That was as far as the expedition would go. There were noises coming from inside the castle that nobody, well at least one of us, didn't want to mess with.Château de Noisy (Château Miranda) sits in a rather quiet part of Belgium, surrounded by woods (and French 'keep out' signs, probably). It's history began in 1792 when the prominent family of Count Liedekerke-Beaufort fled to the area for safety from the French Revolution. After the revolution, the Count had the castle built and finished in 1903. She was a beauty of a building and became the family's summer residence. During World War II, German troops occupied the property. It later became a camp for ill children and then an outdoor sports facility to the local kids. It was abandoned in 1991 and subsequently suffered a fire and wrecking storms. Today, it's been put up for demolition and a petition to save it has been arranged.Now that that story is out-of-the-way and indeterminably true or false, let's chat about our latest adventure!Angelina is pretty much our go-to when it comes to cool journalistic blogs. After reading that she did this urban exploration tour, we got it in our head that we could do something like that...kind of. We set out for Charleroi, but found ourselves in Celles about an hour away. After meandering around Celles, falling in love, and planning our retirement in such a town, Charleroi would have to wait. The city lies at the base of the Château de Vêves, which was lovely to see from so many vantage points..At one point while we were driving, I yelled 'STOP.' and made J pull over so we could check out this creek next to someone's house.We even found another little downtown-ish area that we had to make a stop for - it had everything all amongst these perfectly picturesque stone buildings. People walking to neighbors' houses, sitting on the declared hotspot patio, little old men with canes (gets me every time!). They were on top of their tourist game too - placards (Justin loves a good placard) lined the streets, the church, to the nearby hill so you could get a view of the rooftops (I wish these darn trees would fill in already!). If you can make out the white statue in the bottom, left photo, where I've delicately drawn a perfect arrow for you. That statue was directly across from the statue on the hill, on the right, and I SWEAR they were greeting each other.*I must make it known that only she was afraid of trespassing rifles. He thought it utter nonsense.
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