From Roanne, we took a bus trip to Cluny to see the ruins of an abbey destroyed in one of the many French revolutions.
We then headed over to Beaune, enjoyed a long lunch, and explored the Hospices de Beaune. It’s this beautiful old hospital that was made specifically for the poor and decrepit, a sort of bargain with God made by a wealthy duke to ensure his place in heaven.
After a day of less-than-ideal weather, we arrived in Dijon. Yes, that place with the mustard.
We ate dinner at Le Sauvage, where everything’s grilled over this open flame in the center of the restaurant. Rustic, cozy, divine.
I’m glad I’m writing these entries now and not, oh, a week ago. I might have never finished a paragraph without bawling. I want this trip back.