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 in a city that was a town when it was trashed by British forces in 18**. That city is in a country with a higher HDI than Portugal, a higher average yearly temperature than Yemen, and a higher highest point than the United Kingdom. The lowest value coin in circulation in these parts has a ruminant on its obverse, the highest an object you might find in a cafe. The local football team play in the second tier of the national league and have an avian nickname. I share latitude with a modern stratocracy, an NSGT, and an international airport that once counted Concordes amongst its regular visitors. I’m 600 metres from a water-traversing four-lane road bridge and about 800 from a marina that contains around 170 berths. Sixty-five kilometres away is a counter-enclave. From my location I can see…
A Thai restaurant
An ice cream parlour
A large fish market
A Punj Lloyd pipe-laying barge
A red Ford Mustang
A combination zebra crossing / speed bump
Several black, red, white and green flags, one of which is being waved by a horse.
I’m not in Pont-à-Mousson.