Up at seven thirty. We take our time at breakfast, thinking we might skip lunch today. We don’t dawdle though, because we have an appointment at ten. I take the wheel for a change, our first stop is Avenay-Val-d’Or, a fifteen minute drive. The villages here are quite old, with narrow streets and confusing intersections,… Continue reading Champagne – part 2
We slept in a gîte, a rented appartment belonging to the champagne supplier we visited yesterday, so there’s no breakfast. We don’t mind, we’ve had such copious amounts of food the last days that we’re happy to take a break. We skip breakfast, leave the key in the lock box and set off north. Champagne… Continue reading Champagne – part 1
Up at seven, breakfast at eight, they have - aside of the normal offerings - really delicious cookies. We’ve been keeping an eye on the news, the storm Ciarán is expected to do its worst today, with high winds, strong gusts of wind and rain squalls. My mom was house sitting (or cat sitting, more… Continue reading Driving through Ciarán
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