Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. While Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, would be very interested to know how long it takes you to defox the following brainteaser, he requests that the comments section isn’t used to share solutions or drop hints.
“Where am I?”
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, Wikipedia, MAPfrappe and other tools, work out my location. The answer will appear under next Monday’s solo foxer.
Today I’m admiring snow-capped mountains in a country with a smaller population than Switzerland, a worse credit rating than Uruguay, and a less impressive Olympic record than Uganda. Around four out of every ten people in this country speak French fluently. You’ll find me in a town, the name of which begins with Q. There are two Catholic churches within 300 metres of my location, the patron saint of one was a nun who died of TB, the patron saint of the other is one of the world’s most famous dads. I’m approximately 1195 metres above sea level and 740 metres from the nearest hospital. Sericulture was once big in these parts. I share latitude with a road that’s also a famous movie, and longitude with a country that’s also a lake. There’s a link between this week’s location and last week’s. If you can see a kid on a bike, a blue watering can, a yellow wheelie bin, and a flight of nine steps, you’re probably in the right place. I’m not in Pont-à-Mousson.
(Last week I was here)
I believe that I’ve got it. Neat.
Beautiful view from that location.
I went off course for a bit and then ended up back in the first town I looked at. Nice view indeed!
I was in exactly the right place, only it showed me a waving man instead of a cyclist.
If I drop myself right on it I seem to get the right one, but not necessarily if I’ve been wandering the streets. Very confusing.
(I’ve got the link to the wrong version, so I’ll try to hold onto it until Monday!)
Finally! What a magnificent part of the world… I’d love to go back someday. No problems narrowing the country down, but I had the same problem as Phlebas… magically picked the right town first go, and then wandered about the country in a fugue of self-doubt before finally returning to triumph. A well-spent hour or so of sleuthing.
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