Covered with blanket and drinking hot mint tea – there no better way to spend cold winter night than to search through lovely memories of recent and not so recent trips. Though this was not my first trip to beloved France, it was as expected full of wine, french countryside spirit and a few lost games of petanque. The memories seem to have such a strong effect even more now, since in two months the next voyage is due to begin and Paris is the destination.
This is why I love France as much as I do…
In Lyon everything can be expected, but who would not be surprised by a goad on a leash on a city streets?
Drive through Beaujolais vignoble – from St Amour to Beaujolais Villages with on and offs for occasional tasting 😉
Lost on a road