~I would start my day with the view of the hotel courtyard below (except, being September, there'd leaves on the trees, and flowers in the courtyard).
~I'd go down to the breakfast room, passing the sitting room on the second floor landing, admiring (each time) the mirrored armoire and iridescent taffeta curtains. The breakfast room would be bathed in light from the tall, old, wavy-glass windows. The room would be quiet except for the hushed conversation of other guests and the busy tinkling of silverware and dishes. Cafe' ou the', Madame? Cafe' s'il vous plait. Fresh delicious cafe' with steamed milk, freshly baked croissants and baguette with French butter and confiture (jam). A second cup of cafe au lait, planning the day ahead, and then maybe sampling a brioche!
~Leaving the hotel, turning right onto the narrow street, my day outside the courtyard begins.
~Take a right, about 40 feet down, at the green/blue doors.
~Angers (in the Loire) is known for its slate (d'ardoise) quarries, and the buildings have blue slate tile roofs, and is known for their all-shades-of-blue doors.
~About a half-block down, the narrow cobblestone street opens onto streets of shops. We love everything 'French', and Hemisphere Sud is kind of like an upbeat French Pottery Barn. Lots of oohs, ahs, ideas for furniture finishes, and buying small, fun finds. But, more time for that tomorrow, today I'm re-introducing myself to the little city.
~Angers has one, also. The small tins with rose nosegays were around 9E.
~The castle. I've toured the inside and the grounds several times, today I'm happy to gaze at the moat and breathe the air.~I don't remember the year, but my daughter has told me the castle history, and there was a king who wanted the turrets removed. They were. ~The sky is always this shade of blue in Angers.
~Good shopping, always, in Angers - for new and old, clothes and shoes, too. Don't think about how to pack it all until the night before leaving for Paris.