This is outside of the castle where Sleeping Beauty, the legend, was written. Earlier that week I had been traveling, on my bike, to get from one strange French town to another medieval French town. I realized that I was lost in some woods. I started to laugh because a friend warned me that this was not a good plan to go by myself and she wanted to know where I was going, if I got lost she could call the FBI to have them come find me. Luckily I found my way, after much crying and freaking out.
