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A wonderful friend came to Paris for a weekend visit recently. I met him off the Eurostar, my grin mirroring his. He has the best smile in the world, it’s official. Whenever I am around him we don’t stop laughing and smiling, after 3 days my cheeks were slightly painful.
This being his third trip to Paris we decided to go further afield and take a day out of the bustling city to visit Fontainebleau, a town famous for its château and the forest that surrounds it. We did a little research before we went (of course) and soon found out that it had been a home to the kings throughout the ages. Subsequently we became suitably entwined in a wikipedia frenzy of trying to figure out who all these monarchs and nobles were and when they were and…ok, there is no other thing to figure out. Maybe why they were? But that’s another post.
So we departed from the Gare de Lyon on a Transilien train, catching a bus from Fontainebleau station to the château. We popped into the tourist information office to get a couple of maps and some advice, then headed to the grand palace. After getting our tickets (free for my under 26 year old friend, €11 for me) we managed to trip up at the first hurdle and lost our way to the museum, finding ourselves in the magnificent gardens (which are free entry for everyone. Yay!) Read the rest of this entry
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