Le Parc des Marechaux
Travel Blogs from Auxerre
... gentle rhythm of life with days spent riding through the countryside, with time to stop and smell the roses, enjoy a fromage and jambon baguette or an almond croissant along the way and the hassles of everyday life a million miles away.
It has been an amazing journey, one that we are sorry to see coming to an end. It's hard to say what part we have enjoyed the most - we have just loved the journey. I hope you have ...
When we emerged from the market with our cheese, terrine, tomatoes, crackers and cherries it was just starting to rain, so we had our picnic beside the river under the shelter of some plane trees. Not so lucky staying dry while making our way back through the hills with steady rain accompanying us back to our Ecluse 79. Not a pig was to be seen on our return trip when we passed 'Camp Couchon', they had all taken shelter in their humpies - smart pigs!
... writing in the very English garden looking out over the hills. Later on Willow had fun chatting with our neighbours on our balcony, three lovely Canadians who were cycling. In the end they had to go and find supper. They liked the look of the hotel next door and were rewarded with the best meal they had had all trip. It was delicious and beautifully ...
... was all about the ocean.
Joelle and Willie, Joelle’s twin Martine, her parents
Christiana and Robert, along with neighbours and old friends from The Vendee, Nice,
Corsica and Paris welcomed the non-French speakers warmly. Friends performed folk songs from the past.
The Australian contingent sang (badly!) Walzing Matilda!
A splendid weekend …. I had almost forgotten about Le
... strange really. Lazy afternoon then a wander off to the Cathedral to attend worship, we go at least 3. - 4 times per week at the moment! This one is in need of lots being spent on it but bigger than some of the French villages that we drive through. The structure has survived all the wars and still has lead light glass dating back to the early 1300's. Pizza and our bottle of Premier Cru at the local, not at the tourist joints, ...