Thurot Dijon

... 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 ...

... 15 different wines we drank somewhat conservatively. About half way through we needed a water break! We finished the rest of our tasting before referring to our score card we had been keeping to decide which bottles to buy. I picked my favorite and hope to bring it home and drink it with everyone on Christmas.<br><br>For the remainder of the afternoon we walked in and out of a few shops before it started to get dark. Once the sun started going down we headed back ...

... 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.<br> 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 ...

... 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 ...

... to say the least, but the next thing I knew... <br><br>...it was quarter-to-nine, Friday morning! We had blithely planned an early monring kick-off - but so much for bold plans! Still, by 10.15 we had hit a Carrefour supermarket for munchies, filled up with diesel (still seeming delightfully cheap!) and been amused by a regrettably named German coach in the supermarket car park. Soon we were heading south once more. <br>

... août dernier qui vient justement de Dijon, ainsi que le fameux Ekin Kebab ; je m'assure demain de suivre le parcours indiqué par ces oiseaux de nuit. Je reviens à l'hôtel vers 18 heures ; une bonne quarantaine de minutes plus tard, je suis à ma chambre. C'est une soirée relax qui m'attend, question de me reposer un peu les yeux, et me préparer pour ma dernière vraie journée de touriste demain. Au menu, Dijon en profondeur, et appel important à la Divia.

... school started, one of the teachers here offered a tour of a nearby town, Beane, and other villages in Bourgogne. We visited an old hospice that creeped me out and I didnt really liked it. But the best part was going through small villages and hearing the history of the region ...

... back to visit Brussels again, I hope that I have enlightened you on some new ideas of things to do and see and on some new approaches; I'm sure those of you who are much more experienced in traveling than myself know a hell of a lot more about traveling than I do, but I hope that I've given you some food for thought and some ideas. I hope that you enjoy your return trip to Brussels if you are going to travel there for an additional trip. Bon Voyage and keep on traveling!

The trains in France are sooo comfy! Big huge chairs and lots of leg room leave me wondering what 1st class are like. Short 1hr train ride and wwe are here. It is soooo quiet. No one in the streets! Not a person! We found our hotel...yes HOTEL for 30eur! real easy. It is sunday and because its such a quaint city everything is closed. We were exausted anyways. Christines cold and cough are getting intesly bad and I am getting worried. And of course as I begin to think ...

... applauded my efforts - no getting off and pushing now I thought. Ambled around the cavernous and reasonably well lit interior. Down in the crypt there was a model of a woman dressed in a medieval outfit kneeling on the stone floor in prayer. I moved closer to look at the costume and she moved. I jumped and soon realised that she was in fact a nun, not made of wood and very much alive! Admired the view from the top and descended on my ...