Dijon Sud Chenove

... been travelling another line and wasn't going to stop at where I needed to be. The hostel never bothered to tell me that the bus deviates from line 4 after 2000. This stop however according to the bus route map was only a street away from where I needed to be. Phew! A little sweat on the brow there.
Then I spent an hour looking for some place to eat after being directed by the receptionist that there was Pizza 'just across the street'. Being at an intersection; there were ...

... moved on. After enjoying such wonderful hospitality, saying goodbye was a real wrench.

14th July 09 Celle 52.37'41"N 10.4'22"E

Gerd had taken us here and it was such an old and picturesque town that we thought we would spend a few days here. When we arrived a huge fair was setting up adjacent to the aire. We were looking forward to it's opening on Friday but, thanks to British motorhome design and our reluctance to spend, had to leave. The ...

... town in search of dinner. Although the Bungundian cuisine was tempting, the sticker price of 25 Euro was enough to detour us. We instead found a lovely little Pizzeria with a cozy terrace, yummy food, and reasonable prices.

The next morning, we walked into town to visit the hospital, "Hotel Dieu". It is actually a medieval hospice, but they use the word "hospital" so as not to turn off any skittish ...

... impressive
88 mph while the temperature guage registered - Gobi desert. Despite being ridden hard the
old girl took everything Kev could throw at her leaving him spent but happy.
Somewhere along the way a turning was missed and an extra hundred km's were added to the
journey. So we thought we knew better than Dashboard Doris and decided to go native and
head across country. Turns out that Doris is a smug cow but we did see some lovely ...

... 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 ...

... a small city girl. We went to the old part of Dijon. Carved on the side of the Notre Dame church is a small owl. Legend is if you rub it with your left hand it will bring you luck. I rubbed it with both just to be sure. Beautiful inside. We went to have lunch in the oldest building in Dijon. There was ham in my food. I am very happy about that. There was either that or bacon in my Quiche Lorraine yesterday. Very happy about ...

... on a research grant. She was very excited to meet young people who spoke English. She helped us navigate to our hotel and then took us around the town. Dijon is packed with interesting buildings, it definitely would of taken a couple of days to explore fully. We saw a pretty park with a large fountain where all the old people hung out to sit and feed birds, the main shopping area, a cathedral, the government buildings, and the medieval ...

Kate's first time behind the wheel saw us begin our trip from Paris to Geneva. Planning to spend the night in Dijon, we were pleasantly surprised by how fast the motorways in Europe really are (although our little car stayed firmly in the right lane sitting on 80 miles an hour)! We decided to make Dijon a lunch stop instead and were charmed by the cobble stoned streets and provincial buildings. We wandered through pedestrian street markets selling ...

... much French at the time as I do now! I was definitely in a bit of culture shock for the first few days....terribly homesick as well. But soon I settled in, and as children do, learned the universal language - play! We had a blast, and I think that Florence had a great time visiting a "Canadian family in Germany".

... I heard voices from a bench, approaching I could see a bunch of teenagers looking very subdued, "What is going on?", I enquired sternly in French. They soon realised I wasn't the police and soon we were drinking white wine with crème de cassis (cherry) and desperados (beer and tequila mixers). I shared my wine and crisps. Their parents, teachers, were away and they had taken it upon themselves to get horrendously and outrageously drunk ...