DES VACANCES EN FRANCE: PARTIE CINQ / HOLIDAYS IN FRANCE: PART FIVE
One Hotel Room at a Time
Next stop Beaune, and the worse hotel we stay in. Actually I think it
is the worse hotel we have, I have, ever stayed in. Justin picked all of our
hotels for our French holiday, and overall he did an amazing job. Bar for this
one. This one proved that male/boy humour is not a good thing when
booking accommodation. Hotel Le Foch, hmmm lets be polite, and
say grubby, and that is not just OCD me talking, even Justin did not want
Jarvis to sleep in the bed and slept on my towel rolled up.
Yes I bring my own, dark,
towel with me when I travel. When you have the colour hair I do, and wash your
hair, the towel ends up looking like you have slaughtered someone and
have attempted to mop up the blood.
The hotel was across the road
from the historical part of Beaune; it is an ancient and historic town on a
plain by the hills of the Côte d'Or, with features remaining from the pre-Roman
and Roman eras, through the medieval and renaissance periods and up to recent
history and modern times. Wandering around the 'OldTown' at night was beautiful. Plus the wine that the
waiter recommended for Justin to have with his dinner certainly helped the town
live up to is name as the 'Capital of Burgundy Wines".
In the morning the central square of the OldTown was alive with people, as the traditional week-end
markets were on. Stunning array of fresh delicious foods,
some of which we have never seen at home. It was not only the food, but the
market was awash with colour with all of the flower vendors selling the freshly
cut flowers. I was so tempted to buy great armfuls, but the realist in me knew
there was no point as by lunch time we were back in the car and continuing on
with our journey.