Fontaineble Fontainebleau Day Trip and Train Accident

I decided to go out in Paris and go out on vacation. Provins, famous for its medieval towns, Château de Chantilly for its beautiful castle and lake, and Château de Fontainebleau for Fontainebleau. All are within 2 hours of Paris and are famous for their beautiful castle and natural scenery. After a long time ago, I decided to go to Fontainebleau and take a day trip to the subway, train and bus.

Lyon station, which I first visited, is more beautiful and brighter than Montparnasse station, where I went to Versailles. Awaiting the train, I took a look around the splendid interior of the upscale restaurant Le Train Bleu, which opened in 1901 in history, and recalled the lively paintings of Monet's [Saint-Jar Station, the arrival of the train].

There are several roads to Fontainebleau, so be sure to check the train times, destinations and platform locations on the sign.

40 minutes away from the train, I got off at Fontainebleau Abong station.

Fontainebleau Abon Station

After 15 minutes by bus from Abong Station, you will find the Jardin de Diane Gardens, which leads to Fontainebleau Castle.

Since the 12th century, the Fontainebleau Forest has been used as a hunting ground for the royal family, and in the 16th century, François I hunted and stayed for recreation, building a palace for royalty and nobility. In the 19th century, Napoleon I was said to have restored and favored the palace. The palaces and gardens are both UNESCO World Heritage Sites.

How many people's labor and their blood have been put into this artistic building that has boasted spectacular beauty and majesty even after 500 years passed. It was for this reason that this magnificent and colorful building, built only for the pleasures of a few privileged and power groups of that time, looked sad under a cloudy sky.

A group of graceful swans coming across the lake looked amazed and beautiful.

The swan came without hesitation about whether the human herd that observes him is not familiar.

I felt calm because I saw the swans floating in the background of the beautiful natural scenery.

Even in the midst of winter, it was such a beautiful place, but if I came in the warm season, I thought that the garden decorated with rich and rich trees and colorful flowers would have been even more beautiful.

Was the royal family who enjoyed walking in this wonderful place whenever they wanted?

Fontainebleau Palace is surrounded by Fontainebleau forests, and canals flow across the forest. The canals, grass rugs, and cloud-covered skies that stretch straight through these jagged trees have a mysterious harmony.

The wind was too cold and too cold to walk the garden was sad.

After a long icy wind, hot coffee was pulled out of town. Cute narrow alley is pretty in the picture.

The French winter is setting sun quickly. In autumn alone, I can see the blue sky until 8 o'clock in the evening, so I felt a long day. Even though the winter is almost cloudy, it's about 5 o'clock, so the day is very short. I hurried on the train to Paris before it got darker.

But a great thing was waiting for us.

When the train arrives halfway, does it stop suddenly?

Without knowing English, we had to wait in a train. There was an accident, but the broadcast came out to stay, but I could not know the details.

It was already dark outside and there was nothing to see in the country train without lights. After an hour, I saw police and firefighters searching for something. It turned out that there was a tragic accident in which a person jumped into a train, which had to be stopped to rectify it.

Thus, we had to endure the untimely wait on the train which turned to prisons, to appease many physiological desires and tiredness, to appease the crying children. After about three hours, they were able to move on to other trains, wandering through the dark, rugged gravel train tracks, relying on the escorts of several firefighters and their flashlights.

Now I was heading to Paris. I was reassured by the train, and the train stopped for another five minutes and stopped again at a station. It was to go safely from the scene of the accident to the next station, and had to wait for another train from here to Lyon. Unlike five minutes ago, where every train compartment was instructed and stepped down, there were a lot of crowds pouring out at once and moving across the platform to Ur. He held his hands tight so as not to miss the children, and walked impatiently with no room to drink the bright night air. We had a hard time thinking about something we hadn't experienced before, and hunger climaxed.

In our country, train crew would have apologized and kept guiding the accident solving process and prompt action was taken. We are so accustomed to this culture that we are annoyed by the urge to wait without telling us what is going on. Even though the horrible thing happened when someone died, we lost our money and weary over the deceased.

However, the French people seemed to be resigned and silently endured the boring wait of three to four hours. There must have been people with important appointments because of the weekend evenings. No one stood up and asked for a quick response.

A big child, already struggling beyond the limits, expressed his complaint. "Mom, he did a good job. Because of him, we can't even eat dinner and get stuck." In the beginning, the spooky thoughts poured out of thoughtlessly toward the grown-ups, who seemed to be worried about the death of a man, seemed to slap my head.

Only then was the fact that 'tonight a man died' penetrated into my consciousness and was clearly engraved. No matter how irrelevant or unrelated to me, the fact that someone was killed by a train I was on touched some of my senses late. Who would blame this unavoidable unexpected accident? I'm going crazy to go to the bathroom, I'm going to die of thirst and hunger, I'm stuck in my plans, and my children are in pain.

It wasn't until midnight that I finally got home and washed my children and had dinner. I still do not know how to organize this train accident. I was unlucky to have been inconvenient because of such an accident, and I am glad to conclude that I was glad that all my family arrived home safely.

That day, a man was killed when I bumped into the train I was riding. But I was upset by the slow action of the train crew or fire crew because of the discomfort in front of me rather than the death of a man. When I faced my senseless humanity, I felt embarrassed and shameful.

Under the idea of ​​just arriving at Lyon station in Paris and getting home quickly before the subway stops, such complex feelings have left behind, but this trip to Fontainebleau will last forever in bitter memories.

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