Man carrying oven
Even the graffiti has je ne sais quoi Any more culture and we’d be yogurt. Today, all day, in Arles. It was sunny, then overcast, but mild, up to about 18C. We started with a coffee in a brasserie on…
Exam at the end
Morning sun looking west from Les Baux Vineyards and olive groves in the Val d’Enfer The limestone outcrop which is Les Baux Part of the remains of the fortified castle at Les Baux Stupendous…
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…