The light after six is the reason to keep walking. It turns even a side-channel of the Loir into something worth stopping for, the old checkerboard stonework doubled in the water.
Between the houses the planting keeps going: coneflowers gone slightly papery by August, a firecracker vine climbing a fence and lit from behind. Nothing arranged for a camera, which is usually when it works.
Vendome, on the way south to the gardens at Chaumont.