What Courtly Love Was REALLY Like in Medieval France | Boring History for Sleep

Welcome back, and good evening. Tonight we travel to the warm south of medieval France, into a firelit castle in the age of the troubadours, where love was the highest of all the arts. Let the day set itself down. Dim your screen, settle into whatever position feels easiest, and let your eyes close whenever they wish. There is nothing here you need to follow closely. This is a long, slow, low-stimulation history story for sleep. We will watch a wandering singer arrive at a great hall, sit among the ladies his songs were written for, and look in on the strange and gentle "courts of love," where great women once judged the affairs of the heart. When the singer has gone on down the road, we will stay by the dying fire a little longer, while the household turns over one of the old, beloved tales he left behind. It is meant only to be drifted through, not remembered. If these quiet journeys help you rest, you are warmly welcome to follow along, and to leave a few words below about where you are listening from tonight. There is no hurry. It can wait until morning, or it can wait forever. Sleep well. #SleepStory #HistoryForSleep #BedtimeHistory #CourtlyLove #Troubadours