City Loft Hotel Dijon

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I got to Dijon at about 1840. My guidebook said the tourist office would be open until 1900 so I could get a map but it closed at 1830. Luckily I had copied down the directions to the hostel from the internet just in case. I had to take two buses. However, the second bus' monitor wasn't working and it was only by chance that I turned to look at the name of the next stop which I thought was mine, and so got out. Lucky I did though because I found that the bus ...

... Passion" of this trip. Barely had we rolled to a halt at the Domaine Michel Guitton when a lady of the establishment was out to meet and greet with the offer of a 'degustation'. We accepted and, once inside, were presented with a list. First was Petit Chablis at 8eu a bottle. Next was Chablis at 10eu followed by three others going over the 30eu mark. We asked to sample the 10eu bottle, duly produced from a cool box. very nice, we said - we'll have a ...

... There we met a lovely French/Hungarian family (Attila makes a point of talking to everyone he hears speaking Hungarian... except in Hungary, of course). The gentleman was from France and spoke English so he helped by clarifying what the extremely-fast-speaking tour guide was showing us.

After leaving the castle we finished our drive through the vinyards of Burgundy and headed back to Beaune for dinner.

... 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 ...

... just a short walking distance from the town, and very comfortable. We showered, ate, and took a late walk into the town.

Beaune is very attractive. We'd noticed impressive medieval ramparts on our drive through to the campsite, and now we also admired some austerely ornamental 18th century mansions, which reminded me at least of 'Marlinspike Hall' in Tintin. I also particularly liked a massy Gothic ...

Day 1 Caught the train to Dijon and caught the free bus to our hotel. After we settled in, we went to explore the town. Went to buy some goods from Sephora, and wandered through Galleries Lafayette. Had dinner at an Italian restaurant, which was the only thing we could find which was open. I had Spaghetti Napolitana and Mr S a 4 cheese penne. Day 2 Got up and walked to a local bakery, where I bought a cheese tart, which was HORRIBLE. So ...

... que moins on est fort plus on se fait matraquer, que plus on se fait matraquer moins on est fort, qu'il faut donc bouger ensemble et récolter les forces nécessaires à en accumuler d'autres, et ainsi de suite. On fait remarquer dans les corridors que toutes les forces accumulées servent principalement à se conserver elle-même, que plusieurs maisons se perdent dans la lutte pour la survie, que "squat" est un pansement comme un autre. Certaines bonnes ...

... or the Netherlands. A train or bus ride from Paris to Brussels is like 3-4 hours; the train can be expensive but I guess if you have the Eurail pass, but I don't like the idea of the Eurail pass because it's very expensive, and you still have to pay for your tickets after paying all that money for the pass, and also depending on where you want to go, you might have a lot of complicated connections...to me it's a waste of money. But if that's what you prefer, go for it ...

Bonjour Mes Amis!! I am so glad to be able to write to you all! Not having easy internet access has been a major point of frustration for me the past few days...I've been journaling on my computer to keep up, so here are my thoughts from the past few days. Courtney and I have gone to great lengths to find a way to connect, and finally, I stole a password for the cute Austrian boy down the hall so I can use the on-campus WiFi. Friday The journey here went as well as ...

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