Down the road from Maisonbleau.
Language barriers, break them down, increase the comfort with discomfort. Shed training sessions, waiting out the rain. Meteorology 101. Hoping for winds, cloudy days that could be colder. Boulders as apparitions amidst dense woods. Nothing there, nothing there, two steps further, a world of possibility. Seemingly infinite rests between attempts. Wine. Not enough wine, too much wine, joyous brimful evenings. Group dinners, chopping teams, piles of veggies. Late mornings, later nights. Rehearsed sequences, quell the insomnia. Off the coffee kick, FORGET THAT, fill it up. Minuscule approaches, extended sessions. A baguette a day, assuredly. Petite gite, safe zone. A testing ground, of pastry consumption, self-control, bouldering history that shall continue well into the future.