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Travel Blogs from Molay
Our last day of riding was a bit of an anticlimax and not really a fitting end to our wonderful holiday. With only a short ride of 23k from Saint Florentin we arrived along the as yet undeveloped and rough towpath via an industrial area into Migennes at about 11.30am, with
plenty of time to spare for our pre booked 3pm train to Paris.
Migennes marks the beginning of the canal where it meets the Yonne River ...
... after trip from the hotel across the little road to the plane treed area with meals and drinks. After our warm trip we were happy to join the weekend revellers while we waited for the lunch trade to subside to check in.
I then enjoyed a lazy afternoon under the plane trees catching up on my blog and watching the boats passing through the ecluse while Keith rode a few kilometers up the canal to tour the castle at Ancy-le-Franc. He was very impressed with ...
... that employs 25 Anis experts!
Flavigny-sur-Ozerain, a 5k uphill ride to the village at 421 metres in altitude meant we were expecting something petty special for our efforts. Although we were surprised at how uncommercialised it is, we enjoyed strolling its well preserved streets, amazed at how such old homes built of stone are still habitable. This picturesque village, high on a rock, was a fortified town in the ...
After a basic but tasty French breakfast, we set off for for our next stop, a town called Vezelay. We enjoyed the rolling countryside and got to Vezelay in good time.
It was a charming little town climbing up to the top of a hill clustered round a huge church. Our hotel was at the bottom of the hill in a charming square. It was all delightful.
m. We spent ...
... was all about the ocean.
Joelle and Willie, Joelle’s twin Martine, her parents
Christiana and Robert, along with neighbours and old friends from The Vendee, Nice,
Corsica and Paris welcomed the non-French speakers warmly. Friends performed folk songs from the past.
The Australian contingent sang (badly!) Walzing Matilda!
A splendid weekend …. I had almost forgotten about Le