Another bus trip day, from Dijon to Vezelay. I posted enough pictures to let them do the talking, I think.
Reaching the church requires quite a climb, but it was punctuated by the most fantastic old buildings.
Potentially the best store location ever, for the view alone.
I rest my case.
Floral canopy, anyone?
At last, the church, with its predictable scaffolding.
Inside, where we witnessed modern-day pilgrims entering in this huge group and praying and singing together. The sight moved even the non-believers among us. (Read: me)
We walked back down to enjoy a long lunch.
Long lunch location
Another escargot starter, just a taste
Here we've got escargot and frog legs on one plate. Nothing says pretension like putting two previously-slimy animals together and calling the combination a delicacy.
Main meal: coq au vin
Mashed potatoes and bread with a side of rooster combs. Cracker Barrel meets French gourmet.
You've seen this cheese plate before, but there's no reason not to bring it up again, even if my first glance at it post-coq-au-vin made me feel like I was going to bring up my lunch in a bad way.
Google Translate calls this dessert "snow egg." It truly was like an egg-and-cream blizzard. Just too much for an already heavy meal, but I enjoyed the poppy crisp and rhubarb flakes.
Gratuitous view of the fields below
Just a piece of Mary Magdalene's bone chillin' in a gold and glass container, assisted by four pilgrims and a nun.
We returned to Dijon, had a light dinner, and then enjoyed our chocolate gifts. Sometimes I moonlight as a woman with self-control, which is why I still have some of these fruit-jelly-filled bad boys left.
Black: blackberry, Purple: black currant, Pink: raspberry, Peach: peach
Get excited… tomorrow is a Paris post.