Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, assures me the following brainteaser can be solved single-handedly. Crow all you like in the comments section, but please don’t spoil the puzzle for others by sharing solutions or dropping hints.
“Where am I?”
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, Wikipedia, and other tools, work out my location. The answer will appear under next Monday’s solo foxer.
I’m standing on a quiet cobbled road named after a Roman consul, looking at a small house that has a CND logo and a yin-yang symbol painted on its front wall. Not far away is a similarly sleepy thoroughfare named after a victim of the Roman Inquisition. My feet are approximately 2600 metres above sea level. About 260 metres to the west of my location is a lofty electricity pylon. I’m on the edge of a city, the name of which starts and ends with a vowel. Three and a half miles from a bullring and 28 metres from a stream, I’m in a country that generates nearly half its export revenue from selling a fossil fuel. That country has fewer distinct land neighbours than its neighbours. I share latitude with one capital city. The city in question is in a different continent. I’m not in Pont-à-Mousson.
(Last week I was here)