Located in the heart of the Fontainebleau forest, these rocks were the garden of my childhood. Summer or winter, rain or shine, we'd head off every weekend to climb Bleau, because as my father used to say: "It's good to breathe fresh air".

Today, I return to these places of memory to meet the "sandstone lovers". Whether they're rock climbers or rock artists, whether they climb these rocks or crawl under them, their stories make up the "multiple soul" of Bleau's boulders.