Burgundy Valley

As we leave Lauterbruhhen Valley I am still struck by the multiple waterfalls of gushing white water coming out of these sheer granite cliffs. I wish I had been able to hike here, it truly is a hikers dream of cool crisp mornings, with the sun peaking out of the clouds. I slept with the windows open and the temps dropped into the thirties, it was delightful. I bet in two or three weeks the fall foliage would be something to see. Hay bales are stacked and wrapped in plastic, wood stacks with a metal plank laid on top, are all stacked neatly in preparation for winter. The sky as we leave is the color of lead, clouds filled with rain for the valley. They say they have had more rain and less snow for the past couple years. I think they wish for a cold winter with snow this year for all the skiers.
As we drive into France, there are rolling green hills. Dotted with nice neat farms with cows grazing. It reminds me of the hills in Pennsylvania. It also looks like the pine forest in Texas, before the fires. The homes are whitewashed on the bottom and wood on the second floor. They have sharp peaked roofs, I guess to keep the snow off..the cows are white and brown spotted in this area. Queen Anne’s lace, yellow buttercups and some blue flowers dot the edge of the roads we pass a town, the homes look like any two story house in Houston but they are all facing the same direction. Instead of barb wire fences, very dense hedges of bushes and trees separate the farms from the roads. We can see tractors busily plowing under the fields either for a winter crop or getting ready for next spring. It looks like in some fields the are making hay bales. So many wires running along the road, I have forgotten how that looks, I am so used to our wires being under ground.
I have to say that Beaune was a small walled town. Beaune took about twenty minutes to walk around. I did take a taxi back to town after the wine tasting. My foot is better but the Louve is soon! The wine tour was interesting. The family originally sold food stuff but people wanted the wine so they started to specialise in wine. The oldest wine was 1907 the most expensive was 1986…we had a lovely dinner on the square and walked back to the hotel. As we climbed the three flights of winding stairs to our room, I was very careful. We were in the attic, so the room was large but the stairs were winding up, first stone then wood. Part of the stone wall around town is part of the hotel. It was a lovely hotel. In fact all our our hotels have had great charm in their own way. We have one hotel in Paris left.






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