The pavilion, therefore, stands at the centre of this round open space, which extends before it and behind it in the shape of two horseshoes.

Michu had turned the rooms on the lower floor into a stable, a kitchen, and a wood-shed.

The only trace remaining of their ancient splendor was an antechamber paved with marble in squares of black and white, which was entered on the park side through a door with small leaded panes, such as might still be seen at Versailles before Louis-Philippe turned that Chateau into an asylum for the glories of France.

The pavilion is divided inside by an old staircase of worm-eaten wood, full of character, which leads to the first story.

Above that is an immense garret.