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Sunshine Lollipops & Rainbows

Awesome gardens at the hotel Bastide de Boulbon   It rained hard all night but we woke up to a beautiful day, occasional clouds, lots of sun, around 8C, but no wind.  Our tourist world looked wonderful.  Of course still…

Blow’d up good, blow’d up real good

We had an early breakfast—as early as you can have it, it starts at nine; the Germans were leaving, four hour drive to Frankfurt, pretty sweet. Mild but overcast.  Drove south to Cluny, meandering along a two lane highway through…

Monday not so good

Closed for the season Chateau (maison de garde at the dam) in decline, Lac des Settons We had a wonderful, lively breakfast, one UK couple regaling us with stories about friends of theirs who were caught in the Eurostar tunnel…

His name was Ken

It was January at 8 AM: a mere five degrees!  Had communal breakfast upstairs; four Germans, two Belgians, two Anglos from Kent.  We were the first out of the B&B, on our way quite far north to Vezelay.  It was…

Alors, le moving

For Heather     The medieval church at Fontenay       The “grand” garden   The cloister   The barnlike room is the monks’ dormitory         It actually works! Woke up to rain!  Checked out Saturday…

Je m’appelle Jean Cluny

Suffering from severe malnutrition, SS begins to shrink. Et voici mon ami Anne.  For those who remember.  And for those who do, that’s about the extent of my French these days. The sun took several hours to cut through the…

Honeyed note on the nose. (Pass the Kleenex.)

Yet another wonderful day.  Country still on strike, running out of petrol (may be stuck here?), dollar in a tailspin, but sunny and lovely and crisply autumn in Burgundy. We had the most mediocre in-room continental then an early start…

What if Rikki lost the number?

Steely Dan never told us but it would be something like me forgetting the Michelin map I purchased specifically so we could navigate the tricky side roads and myriad diversions of Burgundy and have to wing instead.  It would be…

Crisis on the Continent

It started out nicely, up early, a crisp sunny autumn day, check out, cab up to St. Pancras, Eurostar to Paris.  Last time I took Eurostar it was from Waterloo, a charming station but without the guts for a powerhouse…

Piccadilly Whip

  SS tries to make his way into the Tate Modern Another nice day.  And they call it London. We took coffee in a St. James Cafe Nero which used to be the rectory of a church, then tubed to…

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