Paris to Fontainebleau

Monday, September 10th

At the age of 37 she realised she would never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair....

...well 60 is the new 37, and a VW Tiguan is the new sports car, smog is the new "warm wind", and from Charles De Gaulle airport to Fontainebleu via the outskirts of Paris in a Monday morning traffic jam is close enough, isn't it?!

For some reason, everywhere we went there seemed to be another Prudence:

But you can't fool me:

Just as in English, in French "prudence" means "watch out"! And I do...

We spent a few hours in the afternoon visiting Fontainebleau Chateau:

Now that's opulence - those French Kings and Queens certainly knew how to live (until they lost their heads).

After meeting Carla at their lovely new flat:

We had lunch with Robert and Carla at INSEAD:

and in the evening we had a G&T:

followed by dinner at a lovely local bistro.