Honestly, I’m kind of tired of posting about castles. No, I’m serious- there are, like, a billion in France and every time I go to one there’s someone who says “this is great, but you HAVE to go to such-and-such chateau in such-and-such village outside of such-and-such” (that last one meant Paris). I went to Fontainebleau with my Renaissance class to witness in person the frescoes of Rosso Fiorentino- the mannerist painter- for Francis Premier. It was used as a hunting lodge, basically, and a place to entertain court with extravagant masquerade parties and horse ballets starring the king. Turns out court was a lot like high school- all of the power goes to whoever can throw the best party. There was hardly anyone else there, which my professor said was extremely rare. I think it was because I was there- I always find myself wandering around abandoned chateaus (chateaux?) Maybe it’s because my blog is actually super famous and somehow they knew I was coming and would want to take photographs! Well, that makes me feel kind of embarrassed and unprofessional since my camera ran out of batteries towards the end of the trip… but most likely it was because it was a misty, cold day in France and everyone else was inside sipping chocolat chaud and brooding to the music of Edith Piaf.