|The man who put Charles into Charleville|
|The Hotel de Ville has a certain Itanlianate look|
|An 'urban beach' had been set up for the summer|
In the case of Rimbaud, he hated the conservative atmosphere of Charleville, could not wait to escape the clutches of his controlling mother. He absconded in his teens to live a bohemian life. He became the lover of the poet Verlaine, and generally took to being an 'enfant terrible' producing pained and anguished poetry, well at least for five years up until the age of 21, after which he did not write another word. The last 16 years of his life up until his death at the age of 37 were spent as a merchant and traveller in Yemen and Ethiopia. Given this unconventional life, his work was much admired by later counter-culture figures such as William Burroughs Jack Kerouac and Bob Dylan. Charleville appears to be attempting to capitalise on this connection, organising a festival of 'Literature Maudite'.
|My failed attempt to look 'maudites' - instead I look slightly constipated....|
|The Musee Marionette - and its famous clock.|
|Some of the puppets look positively horrific....|
The museum features a famous animatronic clockwith a golden headed puppet which somewhat bizarrely has a puppet theatre where its midriff should be. During daylight hours when the clock strikes the hour the giant comes to life, the curtains open and clockwork puppets perform a little scene. Of course we arrived at ten past the hour so had just missed the 3pm. performance. We headed to a cafe in main square, had two small coffees and shared a large cream cake while we waited for the next show.
|View from the table..|
|View of the table...|
|the verdict..a religeuse experience.|
|The Four o'clock fail|
|a nice traditional shopfront|
|Rimbaud pops-up everywhere, even at the bakers.|
|The camping municipal is modern and close to the town centre.|