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…
I left St Maires de la Mer and Antoine after lunch and drove north to Dieulefit. On the way, I stopped in Vaison La Romaine. Here is a little tip. Taking the Autoroute is not always the shortest way. I drove via Arles and Avignon (and no, I did not dance on the bridge). But,…
I parked my Pink Lady by the beach and a café. I wanted to stretch my legs. Sitting on a stone a little further down was an elderly man. I couldn’t really tell his age; his face was marked by life and experience. I felt somehow drawn to him and sat down close by. His…