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I figured that while Alyssa was busy typing away at a serious blog entry that I would update you on the feast that we just took on.
Four course dinner? That won't be too much... Or so I thought. I started off my meal with the most gourmet salad that I've ever had placed in front of me. Goat cheese, tomatoes, fancy lettuce and a mustard vinaigrette made it ...
... like we have in Manitoba. I have never seen so many breeds of dogs! I try to pet them all. This last week, we have seen many French bulldogs. They must be very popular here. Now we have been pondering if we call them French bulldogs here, or if they are just 'bulldogs'...
We had an authentic French dinner tonight, since it's our last night in France before we head to Belgium. The food, as always, ...
... at a table adjacent to winery workers..harvest is in full swing and little trucks carting grapes along with other fork lifts meander down the highway. Walked into Pommard proper and saw the pretty houses and amused a school child who thought I was Anglais..Australian was so amazing to him he seemed to doubt me? Drove to Montrachet through goat paths and had a look at the village there must be 1000s of winemakers in this area! Pickers ...
... conditions. Vicki shooed me off, giving me a break for a couple of hours, before we would "put the heat" to our preparations.
Our cruise from Dijon to Plombieres was beautiful. The fall colors were brilliant, the grass was greener than green and the temperatures were real pleasant for walking and biking the canal paths. But duty ...
... knew it wasn't our error.
There were various significant buildings in Beaune that we could have toured and it apparently has one of the best Saturday markets but we got in too late to catch that and we didn't want to spend another day navigating its tourist-thronged streets so decided to move on after one night and find a place to stay in one of the small wine villages we had passed through. I had Meaursault on my mind.