Anyway, back to breakfast, which was nearly a disaster as my poached egg slipped out of its plastic cup on to the baguette, then slipped off that and made a beeline for the floor. Do not catch a freshly-poached egg in your bare hand - it hurts! But at least I saved it and was able to eat it.
We were driving as far as Dijon today, and decided to go non-motorway, which was pleasant. Is this an archetypal or a stereotypical French tree-lined road, do you suppose?
Sunflowers are very much a crop here - just losing the radiance of their petals now. We don't know whether they are mostly for animal fodder or for cooking oil (or, indeed, for the delicious seed, either for human or avian consumption).
We stopped for lunch in Louhan, by a river,
and arrived here, at Marsonnay-la-Cote (infamous for being the place where my mother spilt tonic waer on the cushions in her hotel room in 2003) just in time for the last Zoom church service of the summer. Live worship restarts next Sunday, with limits, and I am to take the service the Sunday after, which I am delighted about!
and arrived here, at Marsonnay-la-Cote (infamous for being the place where my mother spilt tonic waer on the cushions in her hotel room in 2003) just in time for the last Zoom church service of the summer. Live worship restarts next Sunday, with limits, and I am to take the service the Sunday after, which I am delighted about!
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