One day, we climbed on to a bus. 2 letters, 1 prince cookie (these brilliant sandwhich cookies that come in a tube) and 45 minutes later we were there. The clouds parted and the sun shown on the grand horseshoe staircase and it was . . . .
Fontainebleau yall!
Fontainebleau is a chateau not far from Paris that was mainly used as a hunting lodge for kings all the way starting from Francois 1e (he's the one that brought Davinci to France from Italy) all the way to the time Napoleon kept the pope prisoner here for not signing some document or other the diminutive despot wanted him to sign.

(ps. I have no idea why the text is deciding to do this weirdy underline thing) The best part was the mini lake with its faux ruin in the back of the chateau. You could rent little rowboats, called funyaks (I kid you not) A life of leisure, darling, is what I lead. Can't you tell? Daydreaming of grandness is not difficult on the back of a rowboat. So picturesque . . .even though the boat reminded me of playskool sandboxes. (ok this text thing is too weird, now it's decided to be normal). Isn't it an impressive yet somehow still charming as well as an oh so pleasing prospect? I almost like the back better than the front, perhaps it was because I saw the back from the perspective of a rowboat.

More people who don't know I'm photographing them. A fun fact about Fontainebleau is that people in the surrounding city like to have wedding photos taken there. Here's one such couple in the Jardin de Diane. Ah to be in love in the garden of the goddess of the hunt.