ormesson

Updated: May 11, 2025

He stood still, whiffed the air hither and thither like a wolf that from afar scents carrion, and looked about in order to ascertain by the last glimmerings of the daylight where he was. Yvon was at the crossing of a path in the forest that led from the little village of Ormesson. The road ran before a tavern where travelers usually put up for the night. It was kept by a serf of the abbey of St.

Eugène Sue - The Infant's Skull: Or The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium

Then we made the whole distance to Petit Val on foot, passing by the chateaux of Ormesson, Chenvieres, Grand Val, and Montalon. All the chateaux we passed are utterly abandoned, some quite in ruins; one can see, for instance, right through beautiful Grand Val, bereft of windows and doors. But worse was awaiting me!

L. de (Lillie de) Hegermann-Lindencrone - In the Courts of Memory, 1858 1875; from Contemporary Letters