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Monday, November 7, 2011

Evening's Entertainment Burgundian Style

So, while in France, what do you do in the country for fun?

You sit in the yard and wait for the cows to come up for their water.

And you drink some wine......

And you talk to the cows.....
 You can talk to people......

Have some fun.....

And moo to the cows.......how much wine was there?

And wait for the "big picture".


It's Monday, we must be somewhere in the Cote D'Or......

Lunchtime!  In the little town of Volnay, see the plethora of cars?  That's not traffic, it was the first day of the vendage/harvest for that area.  Here Sarah and Lesley are posing with our fun little rental.  We ended up naming her Vin Diesel.  That's our french translation for "the wine car that runs on diesel fuel".  Ha!  It's funny, no?

Yes, it's beautiful.  But the streets are sooooo tiny and narrow.  As the driver, I was freaking out!


Fantastic little restaurant, everything bathed in butter!  Patio, sunshine, great wine, no problem chilling out for a 2 hour lunch.

The sign that "protects" some of the world's most famous vineyards.  I love it!  It's oh so french.
One of the few pictures of me.  Someone said, "Where you even there?  We don't see you."  Voila, here I am, one of the few pictures of me in existence.  Judging from the lack of a tan, it was at the begining of our trip.


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Okay, back to where we were in France......

The little town of Flavigny-sur-Ozerain, population approx: 300ish.  They make these wonderful little anise candies in lots & lots of flavors!

Also, they are famous for that little movie called Chocolat, made in 2000(Good God, was it that long ago?).  You know, Johnny Depp?

Ou est Monsieur Depp?

I looked everywhere....

Oh!  Is that him?

Arg!  No!  It is a ruse!  A disguise perhaps!

Ahh, if I had to get married again......

Friday, October 14, 2011

Leaving London, back to Paris to catch my flight.

"Taxi"-Motorcycle to the Airport!

     I have just done something that my Mother, Father, and pretty much everyone I know, would say "WHAT?  Are you CRAZY?".  I have broken the cardinal rule and talked to a stranger, albeit a very nice stranger, and in a foreign country no less!

    After dragging my luggage, or my luggage dragging me, through the London and Paris train stations, I had decided that I could NOT possibly get three pieces through the RER train system in Paris to Charles de Gaulle airport.  I would take a taxi and would just accept the huge price to get me there.  I went and stood in line.  After 20 minutes and three feet later, this gentleman was walking by asking if anyone wanted to hire a car.  I'm thinking limo.  I said "Monsieur, combien de Charles de Gaulle?"  He showed me the flat rate on his company business card, cheaper than a taxi, I said "Let's go!".  He then judged the weight of my luggage.  I thought it might cost extra if it was heavy.  He said no problem, and took me and my luggage over to where he was parked.

     It wasn't a car!  It was a motorcycle that happens to be a taxi.  A very nice luxury motorcycle, Honda I think.  I guess it's a new thing?  I laughed, asked if he was kidding, and was it safe?  He put one bag in the "trunk", strapped my huge suitcase on the back with bungee cords, got me into a helmet, onto the back of his bike, and took my carry on bag across his lap.  I griped onto the back handles for dear life and away we go....zipping through downtown Paris streets, in their lovely traffic, and onto the mega highway towards the airport.  Wheeeee!

     It was absolutely gorgeous weather, and I was trying to remember everything my old boyfriends said about riding on a bike, leaning into corners, etc.  My driver was very professional, very kind, making sure I was feeling okay.  He wondered why my husband does not take me out on his bike?  No husband?  boyfriend then?

     As we were driving along, in the fast lane, and passing everybody else, I had that "I'm Alive!" feeling screaming inside my head.  But I had to consider that if we crashed, my helmet was way too big for me, and I would get some serious road rash just wearing jeans and a t-shirt and blazer.  Mom & Dad were gonna kill me!  So I thought otherwise, had so, so, so much fun, and thought nobody is ever going to believe this! 

If I ever get back to Paris............!

    

Horse Guards Parade

Parade grounds with the London Eye behind.  Former HQ of the British Army, Henry VIII used to hold Jousting Tournaments back in the day.  It is also the chosen site of the 2012 Summer Olympics for the intellectually rigorous sport of Beach Volleyball!

Field Marshal Roberts

Field Marshal Wolseley

So close..........!


Ahh, men in uniform!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Saint James's Park

Duck Island Cottage, circa 1841

Stunning English Garden

Swiss Chard, Veggie Patch

Buckingham from the pond.

And have we talked about all the Bloody People in London?

Changing of the Guard

Waiting for the Changing of the Guard

In all tourist area's, a sheer wall of tourists......usually coming against you!  Clear a path, people!

Let's all take a picture.

Trafalgar Square was a madhouse!

Backyard of Buckingham for strawb's & cream.  Tea anyone?

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Great Place to Eat!

on Cranbourn Street, just past Leicester Sq.  Went there twice!

Bangers & Mash!  Notice the size of the pour?  And I already had a glass of white, the same size!  Everything was good after this lunch!

London Stuff.....

I think they call this the Easter Egg.  Ooops no, it's the Swiss RE Tower which is covered in blue and black glass.  Because of it's bullet shape, one of the guide books calls it the Gherkin.

Queen Victoria Memorial Fountain: under restoration.

Leicester Square

Ben

No. 10 Downing Street

Parliament


Westminster Abbey: closed after 3pm.