Category Archives: Burgundy 2015

Breaking down in France

It was rather noisy in our sea-view room. It was also quite warm. I suppose both problems could have been solved by closing the window and setting the air conditioning to -10 but it would have felt wrong. The experience … Continue reading

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2000+ kilometres

We’re going to miss Coco. It’s the first hire car we’ve ever named and the only one we’ll really remember. She has faithfully driven us over 2,000 kilometres across France and back again, sometimes with the roof down, sometimes with … Continue reading

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Chateaux galore

Tonight we had the best meal this trip. It was during an evening pootle that Mirinda spotted a sign to a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. One of the few pootling rules dictates that once a pootler has found … Continue reading

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Flunch Frenzy

Tonight, on the advice of Mirinda’s little friend, we headed to possibly the most unsavoury part of France we’ve yet encountered. According to Mirinda’s little friend, there was a department store open till 10:30pm in this shopping centre. Well, Mirinda’s … Continue reading

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Visiting Beaune

The most fantastic, brilliantist, bestest shop in the world is at Beaune. I know because I shopped in it today. A counter longer than possible with display cases stretching into the impossible. And all of them containing cheese. So much … Continue reading

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Fermé le lundi

How many times, I wonder, will we fall for that old trick designed to catch us Johnny Foreigners out? How often will we be disappointed by closed towns and villages? How can the French economy afford to take a day … Continue reading

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Learning to pootle

Something I’ve always thought we’d do in France is suddenly drive through a town or village where a few tables and chairs are set up on the side of the road outside and where we could just pull in across … Continue reading

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Seeing art without eyes

Odd but it seemed like every second person I overheard today was Australian. The biggest surprise was as I was walking around the Musee de Beaux Artes, taking in a bit of religious art. A couple with a stroller (and … Continue reading

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Where the mustard comes from

Alex and Paul were telling us at breakfast about when they last visited Dijon. It was a few years ago and during a horrendous thunderstorm. The roads were all up because some idiot was putting a tram system through the … Continue reading

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Quiche?

Roger de Bussy-Rabutin was a bit of a Jack-the-Lad type of chap. His pen had a satirical ink running through it, and managed to land him in trouble a few times through his life at court. In fact, h wound … Continue reading

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