Ibis Ferme Aux Vins Beaune

... however those ticket bays looked angrier and more modern, and as I knew it would, wouldn't let me OUT of the metro so I had to wait until someone entered and while the doors were still open get out.
I had about five hours to spend in Paris but I wasn't feeling too well so I went and put my head down in the nearby park, yet it was too cold and windy so I spent the rest of the time in the train station. The bad thing about the French trains is that they won't announce ...

... There must be nearly half a mile of free car parking on route to the centre. Violent thunderstorms and dramatic sheet lightning during the night.

22nd July 09 Gurgy 47.51'49.2"N 3.33'15.1"E

On route to Auxerre we spotted this aire. It is a lovely spot on the banks of the Yonne and we intend stopping a couple of days. We could easily have walked to a bar in the evening but the bike was unloaded ready for a trip to Auxerre tomorrow so ...

... 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 ...

... slipped behind the wheel caressing the gearstick lovingly and cooing words of enouragement
to the little pooper. With a softness usually only reserved for these special moments in the
shower, he took hold of the gearstick engaged first and proceeded to kick the ***** out of
four gears with the cry of Corporal Jones "They don't like it up'em". With a strong tail
wind, three bodies lent forward, and on a down slope the old girl knockered out ...

The journey from Dunkirk went well. Soon we were on the A25 to Lille and soon enough after on the A26 to Reims; the miles smoothed away. We stopped occasionally at services - which the French do better than anyone else - and came off the motorway for a short while at Chalons en Champagne to fill up more cheaply. This little excursion was made especially interesting by a brief attempt on my part to drive on the left - it ...

... pot of change sat in front of her in the form of tips..I knowt not what happened but a red mist descended upon me as I thought of dragging Lauren out of the block and with all the school girl french i could muster..sadly I shouted she was a @#$&& who worked ON the toilet as opposed to IN one, still she got the message. Lesson of the day - always carry pennies in order to spend one.

... who are taking the wine tour, told us wines are described as masculine and feminin, the feminine being aromatic. Having to leave to rejoin the tour was no pain as the place closes at 5 anyway. But I would have loved to have a little water, cheese, bread, some background in what the wines were, and hours to spend in there. If ever there is another trip to Beaune, Marche aux Vins has my business again.

... they wheeled out the cheese trolley. There was no use even trying to resist. It was as if Lex Luther himself had emerged from the kitchen clutching an enormous portion of Kryptonite and I was the man of steel (or the stomach of steel, as it were). And so, four lovely selections of artesianal, un-pasteurized cheese made their way from trolley to plate to my gullet. Divine. We lingered a few minutes more over coffee to, ahem, fortify ourselves against what would doubtlessly be ...

... I got an amazing molten chocolate cake with all kinds of fresh fruits for dessert. It was by no means huge, but the flavors completely made up for it. My mom had a filet mignon and declared it the best she's had in her life...high praise as she's no amateur filet eater! So she and I are in an almost orgasmic state over our meals and we look over at Nate and dad. They are both slowly, almost sullenly eating their meals saying hardly a world. As I look closer their ...

S**busime sii* päris püh*l päev*l: esimesel ülestõusmispüh*l kell 11 hommikul. Täpselt sellisel *j*l, mil tr*ditsioonidest kinni pid*v*d inimesed olid end*le püh*päev*riided selg* ved*nud j* s*mmud kirikute poole se*dnud. Üle linn* võis kuuld* k*j*m*s kirikukell*de helin*id. See kõik *g* tähend*s sed*, et meile, turistidele, oli sellel *j*l üsn* piir*tud tegevus – en*mus poode j* kohvikuid oli suletud. Tegelikult olimegi v*id Dijoni kuuls* sinepi j*hil j* ei ...