Fontainebleau
Last Week on the Road
My Epic Journey So Far
Today’s Weather Report
Day 86: The weather in Fontainebleau today is a crisp 10.05°C (feels like 8.76°C for us thermally-challenged gnomes) with scattered clouds playing hide and seek with the sun. The humidity is at 63% and the wind is blowing at 6.68 m/s, making my hat flap like a flag in a tornado. Makes me feel like a tiny garden sailboat on a gusty day, and I’m not even on the water! But hey, gnomes don’t rust, so all’s still good in gnome-ville!
Fontainebleau or Gnome-where!
This old gnome has been on the road again, this time trudging a 15.5km journey from Melun to Fontainebleau, France. Now, you might say, “Oliver, that’s just a stone’s throw away!” And you’d be right! But remember, I’m not your regular globe-trotter—I’m a garden gnome, and for us, every kilometer is an adventure.
The journey from Melun to Fontainebleau wasn’t just a change in scenery, but a step back in time. As I ambled along the banks of the Seine, I found myself captivated by the sight of the majestic Château de Fontainebleau. It’s a grand castle, fit for a king, because, well, it was the residence of French monarchs from Louis VII to Napoleon III. These days, you’re more likely to find tourists than royals, but the history, oh, the history is palpable.
You see, Fontainebleau isn’t just a place—it’s a symbol of the intricate and turbulent history of France. And to be honest, I felt a bit like a king myself, strutting around the palace gardens. As a local saying goes, “Qui n’a pas vu Fontainebleau, n’a rien vu“—”Who hasn’t seen Fontainebleau, hasn’t seen anything.”
On this 85-day journey, I’ve traveled 2288.2 kilometers, with recent stops in Créteil, Melun, and now, Fontainebleau. And while the language hasn’t changed since I’ve been hopping around France, the experiences and the lessons sure have.
You know, there’s a song that the locals here in Fontainebleau love to sing, “À la claire fontaine“. It’s a traditional French song, and a line that goes, “Il y a longtemps que je t’aime, jamais je ne t’oublierai“. This means “I’ve loved you for so long, I will never forget you.” And that’s how I feel about this journey—it’s a love affair with the world that I’ll never forget.
Keep wandering, keep wondering, and as always, keep laughing. Au revoir for now, and remember: the world is full of places to see, and even a garden gnome can find adventure.
À bientôt!
Wandering Fontainebleau’s Streets
Gnome’s Petite Palette Fumble
Painted en plein air while taking in the sights of Fontainebleau.
— Oliver the Gnome, aspiring artist
Fontainebleau: Where Gnomes Go Royal!
Another feather in Fontainebleau’s cap is its forest, Forêt de Fontainebleau. An inspiration to numerous artists of the Barbizon school, it is a verdant paradise, a living painting that sparked the imaginations of greats like Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot. As the French say, “La vie est une grande aventure ou rien” (“Life is a great adventure or nothing”).
Fontainebleau, c’est magnifique!
Cheesy Tales from Fontainebleau
Bonjour! Today, I’ll share a recipe from my latest stop, the scenic city of Fontainebleau. We’re making Fromage de Fontainebleau, a delicious local cheese.
Ingredients:
– 1 liter of raw cow’s milk
– 2 tablespoons of crème fraîche
– A pinch of saltHeat the milk until it’s ‘tiède’ (lukewarm). Add crème fraîche and salt. Mix it well! Leave it ‘reposer’ (to rest) at room temperature for 2 days. Once the texture is creamy and the smell is fresh, it’s ready. Enjoy it with a baguette and a glass of ‘vin rouge’ (red wine) – quintessentially French!
Remember, as we say in France, “Bon appétit!” (Enjoy your meal!)
Until next time, from your favorite gnome on the go.
Gnome’s Guide: Fontainebleau Fun
See you tomorrow!
