Brametoute

According to local lore, sometime ago (local lore is regrettable inprecise) one of the dukes or high administrators in the monarchist regime showed a great deal of interest in one of the local noblemens daughters, nepotism being what it is the nobelman was quite keen to see his daughter marrying up in the the social stucture, to ensure that his purposes would ultimately be served best he hid his daughter up in the pidgenry (room common in 11th century structures of this area that where used essentially to trick pidgeons into laying their eggs within to provide a few free calories for the inhabitants).
Apparently the duke's interest wasn't as keen as the the father had banked upon, the duke never came a callin and the daughter died celibate and insane.
Chateau de Brametoute translates as best I comprehend to Castle of Complete Weeping.
How colorful!