Campanile Beaune
Montagny Les Beaune Beaune, Burgundy, 21200, France
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Les Trois Glorieuses
... up of the town. For a couple of weeks earlier as we strolled around Beaune, I had noticed crews putting up rows of lights above the streets. In just the past week they had also put up some really fancy looking lighted decorations in the places and over major building entrances. Now, during the festivals, these would also be turned on each night. Our arrival time was perfect. Within minutes of parking our car ...
Back To School and Armistice Day
... people, so you could fit the entire town into my former school. They were quite excited about a school with a swimming pool, too. They were confounded by the idea that everyone would stay in school to eat lunch, and they thought they had misunderstood me when I told them that students get about twenty-five minutes to eat their lunch (I did not mention that most of that time could be spend waiting in line). They have at least two hours for ...
Differences
... again, and that small load of laundry actually took almost six hours. Chip downloaded English-language instructions for the machine shortly afterwards. By the way, as I wrote this last paragraph, it started pouring outside. Now all of my laundry is soaked. Patience.
Speaking of laundry, towels are very, um, different here. Either they are thin and rough, or they are like sponges that soak up the ...
“Crème de Cassis” & Signage
... Crème de Cassis with Apple Cider made in the Brittany and Normandy regions.
A “Communard” or “Cardinal” mixes together Cassis and RED wine. Joni had one of these at dinner last evening. Upon questioning by this reporter, our waitress explained to us that a “Cardinal” uses the proportions of one part Cassis and ten parts red wine. She then came back with two wine glasses filled part way with ...
Paris Visit and a little bit more…
... the street from the 1920’s apartment of Ernest and Hadley Hemingway. It was a terrific location with lots of small, winding streets and cafés. Our first evening there, we went to a jazz club and heard a terrific quintet featuring Italian saxophonist Stefano di Baptista. Most of the band was Italian, but the guitarist was an American. The club was a small, dark room with chairs set shoulder to shoulder. The audience was ...



