The last day had arrived. I decided to have a little lie-in, and I just had to say a long, loving “au revoir” to “my” bathroom. Even the mirror and I had become friends. I packed my things and went down to have the last breakfast in “my” Château. I was a little sad, it…
The next morning, I was in a delightful mood after what turned out to be a pleasant evening. Arnaud welcomed me at the breakfast table, and I told him that I had decided to drive back to Beaune to visit the “Moutarderie” (I love this word). I was on a mission: very simply, to find…
The next morning, I woke up a little later than usual, still a little bit in a Cassis haze. I thought I would grant myself a lazy day, a little pampering in the bathroom and give the Pink Lady a little rest too. I spent the day pottering around the hotel before I decided to…
Do I go? Or not? Do I go? Or not? After a very enjoyable breakfast, I sat on the canapé (to give it a try) in my room. It is as uncomfortable as it looks. I was researching on my phone about the information Maurice had given me, about Pêches de Vignes and Crème de…
After two rather intensive days, I decided to slow down to a snail’s pace and escape a little from my pink cloud. Maurice was fun, but then…… Breakfast was, as ever, a pleasant affair. Arnaud and his wife joined me for a coffee and chat. I had told them about my visit to Jean. Now…