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Off to a very slow start this morning. The past few days of non-stop activity, along with all the work that we did before we left
Yesterday we spent some time at the pool in the morning and in the afternoon took the shuttle from the campsite into St. Emilion. We had a nice lunch in the plaza and then set out to explore around the city. Such a gorgeous place filled with so many interesting and lovely sights. We had a long and interesting talk with one young winemaker, who describes his niche as “garage” wine making, which is much along the same lines of the micro-brewery movement in the
Today we are going on a vineyard walk that the campsite has organized. The weather looks to be a little less intense than yesterday (it has been blissfully hot) so it should be a good day for walking around the area, learning about the vineyards and tasting the wines. I am still walking on my own, which is such a joy. It isn’t without it’s difficulty or challenge, but so far the pain and fatigue that come from it are tolerable. I’m probably tempting the fates by pushing myself like I am, but the enjoyment that I am getting from being able to do things on my own steam is well worth it. No doubt I will be paying for it sooner or later, but it will have been worth it.
I took quite a few pictures yesterday and could easily have taken more. Digital photography is somewhat of a double edged sword when it comes to the quantity of pictures. The lack of commitment to film allows you to take pictures whenever the mood strikes, but then you are left with hundreds of pictures to sort through to glean out the very best. I don’t have enough time on the computer at this moment to sort through and upload them. If there is time tonight I will try and get to it. Otherwise it may be until Tuesday before I am able.
Tomorrow morning we leave to drive to
06 August 2010
It is a lovely morning here in Saint Emilion. The sun is out, the air is crisp and the birds are singing. Cup of coffee number two has just been poured and all is right with the world. Almost. Unfortunately Axel has a terrible toothache and his face is swollen on the side. He suspects that there might be a return of an infection where he had his wisdom teeth extracted last month. Hopefully we can get him into a dentist here quickly today and find him some relief. Not exactly the type of activity we had on our agenda, but such is life.
Yesterday was a day of driving. We left
Our lunch stop late yesterday afternoon was in the town of
The first site to catch our eyes was this arch along the river front. After we had a light lunch of salad and quiche we decided to take a walk along the riverfront. (I would like to mention how thrilled I am that when I say we took a walk that means all of us were walking! No wheelchair or scooter. Heaven I tell you!)
Just beyond the arch we came across an unassuming building.
A few arches near the entrance gave a hint of what waited inside for us.
What we saw inside was unexpected and quite breathtaking. Since I know nothing about the history I will let the pictures do the talking for me.
They had reconstructed a building (temple?) of some sort inside the building.
A perfect short break, just 90 km from our final destination of the day.
Once we arrived at St. Emilion we set up our tent and went into the town for dinner. We ate in the Plaza, seen below from a point above.
In a poetic and perfect nod to the inspiration that led us to take the leap and leave our home in
With that I leave you for today. I may or may not get on again this evening to update. While I have been writing this Axel has scheduled an appointment at a nearby dentist for later this afternoon. Until then we will be relaxing at the pool and enjoying the campground. You can have a peak into where we are staying here. Camping in
04 August 2010
Our ferry docked in France shortly after 11:30am local time (winds must have been on our side because that is a fast crossing), set up the SatNav destination and off we went. Eager to be on our way having had a late start, despite being quite peckish, we decided to wait to eat lunch until after we had been on the road for awhile. Approaching 2:00 we remembered, as we saw several businesses closed for lunch, that in much of France (particularly in the more rural areas, but also in the cities) you need to eat between 12-3 or you are hard pressed to find much more than a roadside pitstop until dinner time rolls around much later in the evening. At that point we said that the next town we came upon (taking the smaller, non-toll roads) we would eat our lunch. Not knowing much other than the most rudimentary geography about region, and in our dazed state of mind, we had no idea of what that might entail. I saw a sign that proclaimed 12 hotels and restaurants so we dutifully followed. Up a winding road we went, into a lovely little town, up up up to the 'ville haute' where it became progressively more scenic with each twist and turn of the narrow lanes. Finally we arrive in the heart of Montreuil Sur Mer, which unbeknown to me has quite the colorful history. We had a nice lunch in a cafe' across from a rather impressive little church
where I realized that while I remember far more French than I thought I did, that I really need to review some of the basics. No surprises on our plates - menu du juor of lasagna for Axel and Anja and a fabulous ham and cheese omelette for me. Yum! I was amused by the name of the brasserie - Le Victor Hugo - so I took a snap of it as we were getting in the car.