Today’s post will wrap up our stay in Rouen. I had decided to delay posting and combine the days in Rouen as for readers, it likely gets too boring with so many things seemingly repeated. We ended up going into more museums and huge churches than originally planned. Much of the old city centre is filled with medieval houses which add to the character of the city. The oldest house we found was built in 1580. Yes, the house is still being used.
All of these old houses are still being used. When you see and old building, centuries old, still being used for schools, it makes you wonder. The most impressive of the schools, in my opinion was the Lycée Pierre Corneille which was built in 1593. Of course a lot of money was spent over the years to keep the school in excellent shape, including 54 million Euros spent in the past few years. Wow! Talk about investing in education.
But, the highlight was going up the 500 foot hill of Sainte Catherine on Friday morning. We walked up 524 steps [which meant walking down those same steps on our way back] to reach the lookout. We saw le Petit Quevilly on the left side of the Seine River and Rouen on the right side of the river. Quevilly was the home of Jeanne Alart who became the wife of Guillaume de Longpré before moving to live in Canada in the late 1600s.
We wandered on to find an entrance to reach the top of the hill. As we wandered the top of the hill, really a small mountain, we noticed that there had been a building of some sort, likely a fortress, dating from centuries before. A castle there would have a good view of the river in both directions. Intuition tells me that this was likely the site of the first or second Duke of Normandy’s fortress.
This morning we walked on the opposite side of the Seine River. Our destination was the Jardin des Plantes. A walk of 11 km ended up being a peaceful walk as much of it was in the Botanical Gardens of Rouen. We even managed to sit still for a while by the water in the park. These three gentlemen from Easter Island kept us company and didn’t disturb the silence.
With that, I’ve come to the end of our posts from Rouen, Normandy, France.