Hotel Kyriad Chateauroux
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... only as a relay tower between the towers of Crozant and Eguzon. At this time it had a wooden drawbridge and a wide, deep moat. In the 17th century, it became a home. The moat was reduced in width, and the drawbridge was replaced with a bridge of stone. Yet, in between the 18th and 19th century, it became a simple agricultural home, and when it was bought in 1906, it had nearly been in ruins. At this point, 110 ...
... even brought me a fizzy orange beverage she said would help my nausea. It actually really worked. Within 15minutes, I felt much better, and we began our walk for the day.
Today, we diverged from the pilgrims trail a few times to take one of the GR’s. We did this in order to avoid walking along the road as much as possible. We twisted and turned through the river valley, and though the weather was grey and misty, it was by far the ...
... pilgrimage route. He said there was no meditation in it, no beauty, no purpose. When my companions disagreed and tried to explain their viewpoint, he steamrolled over them. It did not make for very delightful dinner conversation, and the dinner went quite long. After the third hour, I just started to tune out the talking and dream of the comfortable bed waiting for me upstairs.
By the end of the endless dinner, I was completely fatigued. I ...
... walked to as a group. The church had very little that interested me, but my companions sang their pilgrim song for our hosts. After our foray to the church, we all had dinner with our hosts and the other pilgrims, and we shared a bit of our lives with them. It was a warm pilgrim welcome and a filling dinner. I ended the day in a much better mood than when it began.
Total distance walked today: 23km
Total distance walked during pilgrimage: ...
... more English that that.) I am forced to speak French and only French.
This is not easy. Sure, I can more than get by, but I lack all the subtlety of
language that I am used to having with English. When I have something to add to
conversations, I know that my words are constantly falling short of my
thoughts. I know that I sound like a child. I know that it is difficult
sometimes for others to understand my accent. I am surrounded by people who do