27 June 1644 – 3 July 1644

I went to see the palace and gardens of Chevereux, a sweet place.

I walked through the vineyards as far as Roche Corbé, to the ruins of an old and very strong castle, said to have been built by the English, of great height, on the precipice of a dreadful cliff, from whence the country and river yield a most incomparable prospect.