"Raindrops Keep Faling On My Head"

(Sacha Distel)





The lake at Marcenay



So rolled out of Marcenay and you can see how beautiful the lake, that sat beside the camp, was. I did make the mistake of going for a stroll at dusk along its bordering verdant path and got eaten alive! So from next morning I went from luxury grapes to grain and under leaden skies that eventually introduced me to the first rain of the trip. As I dripped along up and down these valleys I made a management decision and decided to stay in a hotel that night! So I cycled through Dijon, which was very easy on the eye, and found something acceptable on the south side of town which would help me make a swift but easy departure tomorrow on ‘major’ roads but without trucks as it was Sunday. Later I went across the road to a restaurant that served a variety of things and I had a large steak!.....protein re-loading being the priority. The French have embraced fast food but they still are impressive in their selection of ingredients and preparation, I was amazed to see an eleven (?) year old lad side stepping the burgers and chips but choosing paella. Wow..back to sleeping in a bed.

Dijon