The next day, I drove back to the restaurant to pick up my two “boys”. “What’s that?” asked Chef. “Your taxi!” I replied coolly. “It’s a heap of metal in a horrible colour.” he replied. “Does it actually go?” “All the way from Brida, near Perpignan. And I drove the scenic route too.” Maurice came…
My goodness, was he gorgeous!! A handsome young man, extremely well-groomed, with fantastic hair. His beard was well-trimmed, and he had a large smile. I could just about resist the temptation to apply some lipstick, he did outshine me just a little. I should have done that before I got out of the Pink Lady….
The next morning, I parked the Pink Lady in a car park not far from the Hospice and walked through delightful streets with mixed old and new cobblestones. I wasn’t really expecting this because I was wearing high heels. (I had reserved a table in a rather elegant restaurant). So, dear ladies, my advice is,…
Travelling in Burgundy is stressful. Every watering hole can have its history. I continued north on the A6 to Macon. (Mental note to self: Wine). My curiosity ordered me that I should stop there on the way back to Brida. Leaving the motorway, I continued driving on a departmental road. The tourist signs told me…
I had spent a pleasant time in Dieulefit, but it was time to push on in my Pink Lady. Lyon beckoned. The goal was to eat in a Bouchon, a typical Lyonnaise style restaurant. While researching for a place to eat, I waded through a lot of videos about Lyonnaise cuisine on YouTube. What would…