Located in the heart of the Fontainebleau forest, the rocks were the garden of my childhood. Summer and winter, rain or shine, we’d head off every weekend to climb “Bleau”, because as my father used to say: “It’s good to breathe fresh air”. ; ; Today, I’m going back to these places of memory to meet the “sandstone lovers”. Whether they are rock climbers or rock art enthusiasts, whether they climb these rocks or crawl under them, their stories make up the “multiple soul” of Bleau’s boulders.
