Hotel Kyriad Dijon Gare

... is that everything closes for lunch from 12 to 2. They are serious on their lunchtime here, and when its raining and there's not much sightseeing to do in the small towns, well, lets just say we were lucky to have enough wine to get us through it. We also tried a proper french dinner in the town of Beaune, a 4 course meal for 12 Euros. Caity got Rabbit and Tom got Veal, or so we thought. We still aren't sure ...

... easily but finding parking made us take one too many turns around the first wine hall which made me eager to get out of the car. It was only 10:30am so we had to wait 30 minutes until the next tour. Finally we we paid and were handed fancy wine glasses with the emblem of the place engraved (we tried to keep them but we weren't allowed). Angela's mom picked this as stop number one because it was advertised as a learning experience and not just a drinking experience. The ...

... 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.<br>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 ...

... we moved on. After enjoying such wonderful hospitality, saying goodbye was a real wrench.<br><br>14th July 09 Celle 52.37'41"N 10.4'22"E<br><br>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 ...

... from Troyes to Dijon and just beyond to Beaune seemed, as I'd feared it would, to go on forever. There was some dramatic weather with torrential rain just north of Dijon, which at least took the heat out of the day for a while - it had been very very hot in the depths of the afternoon... But at last we pulled into Beaune and soon spotted a 'Camping' sign; it was easy to track the site down. 'Cent Vignes' is municipally ...

... Then we went shpooing in Dijon. Mati got some stuff at the Gap and H&amp;M. Then we went back to our hotel to meet up with his parents. Since the train ride was 2 hours away, we went to a brasserie for coffee. Then we took the train to Paris. After an hour and a half on the TGV high speed train, we were there. We cehcked into our hotel and went to meet Matis parents for dinner. As my father in law hurt his foot, we decided to eat ...

... spare. We made it to Dijon a mere 4 hours later and set out to find a place to stay. This proved difficult because we managed to make it all the way out to the inconveniently located youth hostel only to find that they were completely booked. So we headed for the tourist office in the center of town which was able to locate an inexpensive place to stay. Unfortunately the map the tourist office gave us was not nearly as detailed as it should ...

... run out of wine? It was the perfect activity for a very hot afternoon as the temperature in the caves was cool, and supply of wine - well simply endless! Dinner consisted of a cobination of local restaurants, an Aussie BBQ and Janet's great cooking. They were all great, but one of the best nights was our last at a beautiful little restaurant in Chateauneuf. Surrounded by French families, we ate snails,drank wine and had a hiliarious time ...

... and different cultures. As a cartoonist I was amazed by the range of graphic novels and the diversity of subjects they covered. I picked a few graphic novels, including a second hand Moebius hardcover for &euro; 5 (around $10 Aus $). I picked a great graphic novel about 2 Italians visting France called Tour De France, published by Pavesio. Worth tracking down (in French). Recommended Listening: SANSEVERINO-who I likened to a French Pogues.

... I hopped back on the bike for more of a roam. In a park was a free live concert. The tent was not big but the atmosphere inside made up for that. Everyone including myself was captivated his singing, keyboard skills, whistling and jokes. I tried taking a picture, but my useless HP camera failed and I was unable to reproduce anywhere near the quality of shots that everyone else was taking around me. I'm seriously thinking of buying a ...