Les Terrasses De Corton Ladoix-Serrigny

... and she wants me to prepare i think shes expecting a fully structured presentation) and philosophy (which is a snooze fest).
Then i came home a skyped my family which was nice but also a sad reminder of what i miss.
Then Marie took me to a drama lesson. I didn't understand very much of the French but i could understand what the teacher wanted me to do. I participated for a majority of it, mainly in the tableaues (because they are ...

... christmas lights set up above the roads but they do not turn on until the 1st of December. I also saw 2 of the 3 churchs near by but i did not go inside. Lastly Marie's mum took me up onto the roof of their building and showed me where the servants used to live and also the attic.
Questions are asked to me in french but explinations of places or things are done in english because it is very difficult to understand so much. Last night though i found that as i was ...

... 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 ...

... the car to make our way to the hotel. We checked in and the lady was less than pleased to help us. She was not very friendly to say the least. Either way, we got up to our room and dropped our stuff before heading out for dinner. It was only about a 15 minute walk to the center of the city from our hotel. I think we spent 20 minutes once in the square trying to find a restaurant with something for everyone. Eventually we decided on the first place we looked at... go ...

... 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).
From Paris to Dijon it only tok an hour and a half, the Ice trains in Germany would have taken at least ...

... Cube' we had left Belgium for ran out, leaving us with a fridge only functional when on the move. This time we had a much longer drive to France than previously -some 350 miles. Off we set, stopping on route at Frankenberg/Eder and Thalfang, reaching Clermont-En-Argonne (49.07'15"N 5.02'13.8"E). For 5eu on a spotlessly clean aire we have electricity for 24hrs, as muc water as we want, toilets and showers. The only drawback being no cafe/bar within ...

... 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 ...

After an inauspisious start to the proceeding and having reached Calais in the wee small hours, a few precious hours of much needed sleep were had before it was back in the pooper and the start of the longest part of the journey. As three weary heads hit the pillow it wasn't long before the beast of Basingstoke began its strange mating call. Grunting and snorting with a deep vibrating burr, Rich released his inner monster much to the surprise and ...

... 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 ...

... Louis paid somewhere in the neighbourhood of the price of three bananas in Safeway (the organic ones) for his chalet and it is now worth at least a million euros. The point of this little histoire is not to discourage you from visiting New Caledonia, but rather for you to figure it out yourself. So buy property, before they go up even higher in price. Just don't take a holiday to New Caledonia afterwards, unless it is a Wednesday. Too much time on my hands, I remain forever, Neall