Le Jacquemart Dijon

... really got what, but it all tasted good.<br><br>Our trip to Burgundy would not be complete without a stop in Nuit-St. George, where we again employed the "look for the sign of whoever is open" tactic and were not dissapointed. We got to try some excellent Pinot, C******nay, and even some Aligote (a white that they mix with Creme de Cassis for an aperitif) from some of the local producers. <br>Now its up to Champagne!

... types of their particular wines and finally experienced the touch or feeling the wine has in your mouth. It was very interesting listening to him and his extensive knowledge. He also explained the grade of wines and why they are those grades which would help us later on in the day when we did some more tastings and eventually buying!<br><br>Beaune is the essential French town and very cute. Its one of the few remaining walled cities in the country and historically ...

... platform until 15 minutes before and my train was very long, it took almost five minites to get to the last carriage. It was the secnd TGV train I have been on (the first was from Luxembourg to Paris. They are the fastest trains in the world. I have been told that the most recent trial had the train travelling faster than a plane (however the rails couldn't handle it). <br>From Paris to Dijon it only tok an hour and a half, the Ice trains in Germany would have taken at least ...

... France 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 ...

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 ...

... top of the hill I looked around. I was the highest object on the hill sitting on a metallic bicycle surrounded by cornfields devoid of trees in the middle of a lightning storm. I started to get worried so I put my head down and peddled like crazy over the top down and into a village a short distance below. I aimed for the church to seek refuge but was gestured into a small hotel where I stood with the staff near the entrance peering in ...