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We guess you’ll all be wondering where our destination for tonight might be located. Read on and we might be able to help.
The day starts with a hotel breakfast. There is a wonderful selection of the usual cereals and wicked delights so common in European breakfast rooms. We are entertained by the incredible orange juice machine. The oranges go in at the top, move through the halving device, get fitted to a squeezing attachment, juice goes into a reservoir and the spent halves go in the bin. The taste of freshly squeezed orange juice is divine. No additives here. Our demonstrator explains that cleaning is the hardest part.
As we leave our room we discover a fridge tucked away in a cupboard we thought we did not need to open. Paying the bill is the hardest part but we have no complaints about our accommodation except the results of a certain rugby match. Next stop a boulangerie for fresh baguette and a couple of treats for lunch.
It is Sunday morning and the roads are easy to negotiate. The route we intend to take will have us heading towards Lyon. We will not stop but wonder if
fellow travellers from Central Otago will still be there or will have moved on to Germany. We seem to be the only car heading north. Looks like everyone wants to visit Grenoble today, must be something big happening.
Driving north the landscape changes. Rolling farmland replaces the mountain scape. We are back in sunflower, grain and maize country. The sunflowers are about a month behind those we saw in Italy. As we pass through villages the boulangeries are doing a roaring trade. People walk the streets with their long bread sticks heading home for their Sunday lunch. All the other shops are closed. We pay our first visit to a McDonalds for this trip. Coffee and the facilities are all that is needed. Further on we have lunch in a village car park. The sun is coming out and the day is warming up. We watch the Sunday traffic and try to guess where they are headed. A Porsche drives passed. Perhaps he is looking for his mates.
Having been to Lyon twice before we take the highway by-pass and look across at this large city from a distance. We have enjoyed our previous visits and hope those
Cluny
Checking out the lace making. who have just visited have also had an enjoyable time. North of Lyon we take a minor road and head to our final destination, a small village south of Mâcon. We have written instructions on how to find our accommodation so Jane gets turned off and we head down a narrow country lane to a converted farm house. We are very early to check in so decide to take a short trip to Cluny, a town 40 kilometres north.
Having driven through Cluny two years ago we decided then that this town needed a much longer visit. So today we are taking the opportunity of a short walk to familiarise ourselves with the town in preparation for tomorrow’s longer visit. After our short walk we have confirmed our plan to spend several hours here tomorrow on our way to Beaune.
Time to check in to our accommodation in a converted old farm house. We have a small motel style studio room looking out to a pool. Tonight the temperature is not right for a swim. Instead we take up the owner’s suggestion of a restaurant on the banks of the Saône River. What a wonderful meal, duck and
Cluny
One of several lilies. a wicked dessert. The local rosé wasn’t too bad either. The week of celebrations have started.
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