We drove to Fontainbleau on Sunday.



Nice stair case.

We ate lunch at Berbizon. The whole 'paint the countryside instead of just religious artifacts' thing got going there, with Rosseau and his buddies staying there and painting the soft luscious French fields and its forests.


Naturally the town is full of little galleries now, shovelling landscapes out the door. They were crammed with people and some of the dullest painting I've ever seen.

On the other hand, I dined on a perfect steak. Steak that good - hell I would paint the cow.