Abbaye De La Bussiere Dijon

... number of 'across the streets'. She should have said to the left and down the street.
Again the next morning I did the same thing, but now line 7 wasnt working so I couldnt get back to the centre so I was going to go down the street and catch line 15 but there was a whole heap of construction work which meant that stop wasn't in service. So I gave up on the buses and used each stop's very dodgy bus route maps to find my way, whereupon I finally arrived at the tourist office.

... we had left Belgium for ran out, leaving us with a fridge only functional when on the move. This time we had a much longer drive to France than previously -some 350 miles. Off we set, stopping on route at Frankenberg/Eder and Thalfang, reaching Clermont-En-Argonne (49.07'15"N 5.02'13.8"E). For 5eu on a spotlessly clean aire we have electricity for 24hrs, as muc water as we want, toilets and showers. The only drawback being no cafe/bar within walking ...

... The Hotel Dieu had two wards, one for the poor with small beds made for two, and the other for the rich with larger beds and "skylights" in the draperies so they could admire the ceiling art. The Pauper's Ward had a large chapel so patients could pray and prepare for death. The patients in the rich man's ward were more likely to survive and therefore had no chapel to repent. Both ward were served by an ...

... and the pooper was glad to cooldown.

5.45pm and we arrived at the Chathole F1 in Dijon, checked in and on requesting some towels were presented with 3 travel size kleenex, that weren't going to cover anyone's modesty especially Python Foster. Richard used his dancing shoes and suggested that we visited the Ikea that we passed just down the road to procure the said python covering towels, although Kev did say that he would be happy with a ...

... which was lit up quite spookily. Beaune is a place we would definitely like to come back to and to explore properly.

We only had time to walk around a small part of the town, but it seemed quite sleepy: the bars were closing up at about 10.30pm. We trooped back to the campsite and had a late beer sat by the Bongo. Toppling into the van to sleep we were both shocked at how warm it still was - sleep seemed ...

... too. Yes, the foodie cant remember which is in Quiche Lorraine. But hey Im on vacay so cut me some slack. Im sure I will attempt to make some version of it when I return home. We tried to go to the open air market, but it was either closed alredy or never opened for the day. We went into the palace of some Duke. Very cool. It had a cool museum inside. Then we walked down Rue de la Liberte. Lots of shops, worked for me. I ...

... The town´s mascot is an owl and this is because of little golden owl that the architect of the cathedral put on the outside of the building. It is a mystery why he put it there but people rub it for good luck. But the original owl was stolen and the town put a new one in its place and put it under 24 surveillance so no one could steel it again. Apparently its the only public security camera in the whole town. Sarah also introduced us to ...

... fruit, Dijon mustards, gingerbread and nougat, which were so tempting that we bought a little of everything! We had lunch in the town square, our chairs facing the square itself and Kate and Sharmane had something decidedly French - a croquet-monsieur (basically toasted ham and cheese the French way)! They seemed to do even the simplest things the best! After an espresso for the driver we were back on the road planning to head to Geneva via Lyon.

... wanting to miss some funny photo opportunities, I stuck around practiced my French while they practiced their English. At the end of it I was rather tipsy too, waved goodbye and continued back to my tent. The Copenhagen lads were back from their local train tour and ready for bed. I kept them awake for just a bit longer with my drunken rants and when they'd had enough I updated my journal. Done, and bed! Dijon back street life Gargoyles ...

We woke up, packed and later with Stephanie, left with the metro to the Porte d'Orléans to start hitch-hiking direction Dijon. In Paris itself hh was long and the pollution from the car annoying. But finally we got picked and drove within the traffic jam and at last reached the highway and got dumped on a rest area. There we took a snack and finally got picked again immediately and another lift later we were in Dijon to the youth hostel who offer decent price. We ...