the day begins...

...with a birthday breakfast for a birthday girl



Never divulge that certain age, but it’s a big birthday!!!

Birthday girl
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a rainy day in Flavigny

is an opportunity to explore indoors. Starting of course in the church.



And as we can, we start by going upstairs in the church
Église Saint-Genest : interior


Église Saint-Genest : interior, upper floor

Downstairs, virgin and child appear
Virgin and child in l'Église Saint-Genest

The weather does not improve, but there’s a wonderful stormy light in the sky, which deepens as the hours go by.

This is 4 o’clock:
Flavigny : Street scene

By 9pm the light is further enhanced by a rainbow, seen here over the roof of our neighbours’ house
Rainbow : Leica M8 with CV 15mm lens

And as the light starts to fade, we walk back up to the church, still louring over the town as the sun sets over the hills
Flavigny : a damp evening light on the church
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nighttime in Flavigny

as dusk descends, l’Église Saint-Genest lours beneath the “blue hour” sky


Flavigny: l'heure bleue à Flavigny ...a gargoyle leaps in the last rays of day... Flavigny : gargoyle at dusk


...and ghostly children lurk outside the walls Flavigny: La Porte du Val


Flavigny : La Porte du Bourg until at last night falls Flavigny : l'église by night
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around & about Flavigny (2)

down the road apiece....



The search for a supermarket had already led us to Semur-en-Auxois on the way up to Flavigny yesterday, and now was a chance to look around this scruffy but interesting and history-laden town.

Semur-en-Auxois Semur-en-Auxois


Semur-en-Auxois Semur-en-Auxois


Semur-en-Auxois

So quiet, for a summer Sunday afternoon.

(The new Tuscany???)
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around & about Flavigny (1)

settling in to having a roof over our heads and a kitchen to cook in



and this to look out on while eating our breakfast

View from the kitchen door

A day to begin to explore the environs.

Some pictures of Flavigny’s streets may give an impression of the feel of the village:

L'Église Saint-Genest, Flavigny, from our doorstep Street scene with reflections, Flavigny Doorway, Flavigny


Street Scene, Flavigny La Vielle Chocolaterie, Flavigny Flavigny-sur-Ozerain, Ville Fleurie




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to Flavigny-sur-Ozerain, and "La Maison du Vigneron"

if our 2010 holiday had a centre, this was it



After exploring some new parts of eastern central France, we headed today to our gîte in the village of Flavigny-sur-Ozerain, towards the north of the Côte d’Or Département in Burgundy. Is Burgundy the new Tuscany? Wait and see...

Not too far from Cluny to Flavigny, but we ambled along, checking out campsites at Beaune and Savigny-lès-Beaune for future reference along the way. The Beaune site (“100 Vignes”) looks to have potential, though we’re not sure how long we’d want to spend in the bustling wine town itself, and it’s a fairly urban site. Savigny - also not sure, though nearby Pernand-Vergelesses looked pretty, and would make a good centre for a slurping-tour of the Côtes.

First view of Flavigny was the best known (from pics on the web) view, across the valley from the N9 up from Pouillenay:

Flavigny at First Sight

On arrival, a quick look round the village. All was pleasingly quiet - aside from the racket out of this wedding party. Can’t you just hear that confetti?

Wedding party in Flavigny


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Cluny la Soirée : Rêves de Lumière & a "Scottish" Band

... back in town and we’re back for a second evening meal at the Brasserie du Nord



The sun is setting

Cluny Sunset

and a remarkable transformation is occurring before our eyes. A “Mise en Lumière” on the facade of the Palais du Pape Gélase, a part of the Cluny 2010 celebrations, and the work of the light artist Patrice Warrener and his Chromolithe Polychromatic Illumination System.

Here’s little .swf presentation of the development of the work:

Cluny2010(click to view - you’ll need to use your browser’s “Back” button to get back here)


Here’s the view from across the square:

Palais du Pape Gélase Illuminated

Picture of the night in the square, though, has to be this one from Ruth, of a little extra piece of the “Mise en Lumière” right on the terrace of the Brasserie du Nord

Mise en Lumière
(The light in the background of this picture (top right) is the location of one of Warrener’s projection units, from which the “Rêves de Lumière” lights were beamed to the Palais’ facade)

So once we’d seen that, there was nothing for it but to hit the Café du Centre, to check out the “Celtic Scottish Music” band:





Then back to our hotel, for tomorrow we’re off to our gîte at Flavigny-sur-Ozerain




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à Cormatin, et son Château

not far to the north of Cluny lies the village of Cormatin



There are two good reasons to visit Cormatin, and the less well-known is the excellent Caveau du Figuier, where - amongst the racks of Grands Crus de Bourgogne - we found a bottle of Figaro, a wine from the family Guibert of Mas de Daumas Gassac renown. We’d go back there!

Second, and best-known, is the Château de Cormatin, its owners including the Marquises of Huxelles, the powerful family du Blé, the Lacretelles, a branch of the Lamartine dynasty, and, at the turn of the 20th century, one Ralph Gunsbourg, Director of the Opéra de Monte-Carlo.

This is the Château...

Château du Cormatin

We took the tour...

Château Interior 1 Château Interior 2 Château Interior 3 - Kitchen

...and wandered in the grounds...

Approach to the Château Statue of La République - symbolically decapitated Kitchen Garden


(As usual, click on a pic to enlarge)




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looking back over Lake Annecy

we’ve no pics bearing this date, so, before moving on, here’s few shots by way of an Annecy retrospective



(as usual, click on image to enlarge)

L’Église de Sevrier l’Église de Sevrier at Sevrier Camping Le Lac Bleu, Doussard the campsite at Doussard

jetty jetty at the campsite Jim taking picture of jetty

sailing back from Annecy:
the Château at Duingt, again Château de Duingt from the lake fellow passengers Aboard the ferry on Lac d'Annecy

Ruth sur le Pont de la Perrière, Annecy Ruth in Annecy Duingt : street marketstreet-market in Duingt

That’s it for the Alps for this year, then.

Will we be back??

Hope so, but it would be good to visit such a dramatically beautiful part of the world outside the main tourist season. Our memories for now are of a beautiful, but bustling, overcrowded and resortified area, awash with tourists and traffic.


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afternoon ride : Cluny to Beaujolais

after lunch, a change of hotel



here’s the view from our new bedroom window:

Le Patron @ L'Hôtel Saint-Odilon

Then off south, stopping first in the hamlet of Saint Point, with its (inevitable) Église Romaine

L'Église de Saint Point

St Amable, dans l'Église de Saint Point

and the (privately owner-occupied) Château Lamartine, formerly eponymously owned & occupied:

Château Lamartine

nice wee place, and a decent looking campsite nearby, so we may return!

Saint Point : the village (or most of it)

This next bit was a surprise. The posh vineyards of the Côte d’Or that we visited last trip were interesting, but less-opulent Beaujolais is actually far more scenically interesting, with far more dramatic slopes, and with some vineyards every bit as carefully-tended as anything we saw in Meursault or Vosne-Romanée (and some just as scruffy and neglected)

Beaujolais vineyards near Fleurie

Les Vins Sensuels de Fleurie

A nice style in promo here, too. She’s reminiscent of the graphic on the old Gitânes fag-packets you never seem to see in France anymore

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à la Bourgogne

off now in search of some countryside that may be less dramatic than the Alps...



...but hopefully may be a little less mobbed. À la Bourgogne, and with a freshly purchased copy of “Bourgogne - Le Guide du Routard - 2010” to supplement (supplant?) the Rough Guide.

Interestingly, the Routard seems to confirm and to develop Jim’s long-held but never well-substantiated notion that France splits in two, climatically, across a line that passes about 50 miles south of Paris: with a Mediterranean climate to the south and a broadly British type of weather to the North thereof. Not only confirms what Jim thought he’d seen, but further amplifies the significance of the line, while relocating it to a point more like 150 miles south of Paris. The chapter on the Saône-et-Loire Département begins thus:

“Si vous avez pris l'autoroute pour rejoindre Mâcon depuis Dijon ou Beaune, l'apparition dans le lointain de villages aux toits de tuiles douces et rondes à la romaine, accompagnée dans l'air d'un changement de climat et d'atmosphère, d'une lumière soudain plus gaie, est un signe qui ne trompe pas : il vous indique, mieux qu'un panneau frontalier, le passage irrémédiable du <> au <>, non seulement de la Bourgogne, mais aussi de la France. Frontière architecturale d'abord : au niveau de Tournus, les toits très inclinés recouverts d'ardoises ou de tuiles plates s'évasent, s'étalent, prennent de la couleur, se couvrent de tuiles rondes å la romaine ou provençales. Frontière linguistique : c'est au nord du Maconnais aussi qui passe la limite entre le << franco-provençal >> et la langue d'oil. Par ici, par exemple, le << mas >>. mot méridional pour l'habitation rurale, est remplacé par << meix >>, sa forme nordique.” (Bourgogne : Le Guide de Routard, Hachette, Paris, 2010, p.155)

Roughly translated, with the help (and despite the hindrance) of Google’s translator:

If you take the highway out of Dijon or Beaune towards Mâcon, you may notice the appearance in the distance of villages with roofs of smooth and rounded Romanesque tiles; a “change in the air” of climate and atmosphere, and a light that is all at once more cheerful. These signs do not deceive. They indicate, more clearly than any frontier marker, the ineluctable passage from the North to the South, not only of Burgundy, but also of France.
“This frontier is architectural at first: at Tournus, steep roofs covered with slates or tiles flare flat, and spread out. They take on the colour of, and are covered with, the rounded tiles of Roman Provence.
“Then we cross a language frontier : in the north of the Mâconnais a line bounds the Franco-Provençal “langue d’oc” from the “langue d’oil” of the north. Thus for example, “mas”, the Southern word for rural housing, is replaced by “meix”, its Northern form.



And today we two pass through Mâcon, pausing only to fill the tank in the baking midday heat of a deserted but automated supermarket forecourt. But we will be in Burgundy now for as far as we can really foresee, as this is Wednesday and on Saturday we have to be at Falvigny-sur-Ozerain, where our gîte will await and where we will stay for seven nights.

From Mâcon, our wanderings take us to Cluny, where we arrive just before the thunder, and grab a bed in a Logis. Full board - it doesn’t look like the rain will stop tonight. Strange encounter in the dining room that evening: pressed to order an aperitif, Jim plumped for a Campari soda. The waitress brought a glass of Campari and a bottle of Schweppes tonic water. When Jim questioned this, she informed him they had no soda, and anyway Campari with tonic is “meilleur”. Be warned, dear reader, it’s not! Jim drank what little he could, and it didn’t show up on the bill. So that was a’igh’n’e’end.






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a morning in Cluny : the town with no Abbey

we didn’t really know what to expect of Cluny...



... the guides bang on about a ruined abbey, which to us Brit suggests something between a pile of rubble and the like of Fountains or Tintern.

The Abbaye de Cluny, renowned in its medieval day as the largest building in Christendom, was not destroyed by marauding armies. Out-sized only 500 years later by the upstart St Peter’s Basilica in Rome, before its decline and destruction, Cluny’s abbaye was a major force within European Catholicism. The Cluniac faction was dominant in the Benedictine order, shaping the political role of the church in medieval Europe and effectively running the papacy for a couple of centuries. (See wikipedia here)

The Abbaye’s decline appears to have its origins in serious financial mismanagement and overly-ambitious building programmes as far back as the 12th century. More recently in post-revolutionary France the last evidence of its former grandeur was pilfered down to its currently much-reduced size by local people in search of building materials.

The destruction of the abbey was completed by about 1850, just around the time when modern tourism could have made old Cluny into a major global destination, cf. the Alhambra, the Taj Mahal, Angkor Wat or the Vatican.

All that remains today are a few towers and steeples, but nevertheless Cluny is an attractive town which we enjoyed visiting, none the worse, and much the quieter, for not harbouring a “world class” tourist magnet!

We enjoyed our time in Cluny, and may very well return when next we hit Bourgogne. Good lunches at the Central Bar, and the beef with papardelle at the Brasserie du Nord deserves a mention.

We began our morning in Cluny not in the abbey (what abbey?) but in the church nearest to our hotel, the Église Saintt Marcel in the Rue Prudhon (yes, that Prudhon - he was from here too):

Église Saint Marcel

Thereafter, wandering the narrow streets and wide squares in Cluny’s centro storico, we were seldom more than a couple of minutes from some sighting of the (relatively) little that remains of the Abbaye. Round almost every corner there’s a glimpse of a tower...

Cluny Street Scene



... or of the clocher of the ancienne Abbaye...

Ruth and the Clocher

The Clocher

The Clocher behind the Palais du Pape Gélase

...though the town does have a contemporary cultural life today. The building at the centre of the above shot is a branch of the “École Nationale Supérieure d’Arts et Métiers”, and is this summer itself an artwork in the evenings (more on this tomorrow). Below is just one of a number of public sculptures which grace the town.

Sculpture, Cluny
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day of the deux Lacs : #2 : Annecy

les Francais aiment leur lacs



and this one was busy.

Lac d'Annecy from Camping Bout du Lac

as were the campsites - les Néerlandais aiment aussi les lacs francais, it seems

Le Port at Camping Bout du Lac

Camping Bout du Lac

the next shot - cropped from the last - gives some idea of the aerial congestion we saw over Lac d’Annecy

Paragliders over Lac d'Annecy


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...onward down the Route des Vins...

a stork’s nest overlooks the entry to the village of Ribeauvillé



Stork's nest at Ribeauvillé

and just a little further along, at the “Centre de Réintroduction des Cigognes et des Loutres” (Centre for the Reintroduction of Storks and Otters) at Hunawihr, storks patrol the car park (we didn’t go in)

Stork landing

We didn’t spend much time at Riquewihr, either. It may be one of the “Plus Beau Villages de France”, but it’s milking its status to the point of being nigh-unvisitable. Here’s a quite corner...

Riquewihr
If only it had all been so calm!

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turn-off to Tournus

today we set out in increasingly sweltering heat...

...aiming to camp for a night or two in the Jura, while heading in a generally southerly direction towards the Alps of the Haute-Savoie Département and the Lac d’Annecy.

Maybe it was the lack of planning, which meant we didn’t really know where to head for in the Jura, and found ourselves a bit directionless. Or maybe it was the heat, and the clear imminence of a major storm. Probably a bit of both, but at Salins-les-Bains we decided to head west, chickening-out on the possible concatenation of mountains, storms and camping. So we took a steer from the Rough Guide and headed over to the Saône valley and the town of Tournus.

The municipal campsite at Tournus was on the banks of the Saône, but a good way out from the town, and in one of those complexes including the Stade and the Piscine, that don’t always augur well for peace and quite, so we headed back to town and found a Logis, just as the rain and the thunder began.
The following morning we read in the local papers that major storms had indeed caused extensive damage in the Maconnais, not too far south of us, and in the Alps.

Strangely, neither of us took any photographs that day. Would we go back to Tournus? Maybe, but maybe we’d pefer to take a longer look at the nearby town of Louhans, and count its arcades (There’s supposed to be 157 of them)



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up the Lac to Annecy

took a boat - “La Belle Étoile” - from its landing-place just by the campsite



La Belle Étoile

up the lac to Annecy, stopping along the way at a number of the small lakeside towns and villages...

Lac d'Annecy, passing Duingt

most of which seem to harbour at least one castle...

Small boats on Lac d'Annecy, near Duingt

Annecy is a busy town, its streets bustling with meandering tourists and purposeful locals. Main photo opportunity postcard-style is at the island prison, just off the harbour, in the town’s ...wait for it... ”petite Venise” in this case aka “la Venise des Alpes”. In this shot Jim waves to the camera, in true seaside snapshot pose...

Jim (waving) and the island prison of Annecy

Plenty of good lunch places, but Jim had tp pick the naff bar next to one of the best. Ho hum...

Lunch in Annecy

Once again, on the return sail, the skies above the lake filled up with paragliders

Paragliders over Lac d'Annecy

and Duingt emerged from the haze, framed by the mountains to the south of the lake

Château de Duingt

Later that night, in the campsite bar, after a meal of Cassoulet de Castelnaudry cooked on our bluet stove (straight from the tin), the chef relaxes

Au bar
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into the Mountains

up in the hills above the eastern shores of Lac d’Annecy



the scenery and the architecture are Alpine

Alpine houses at Montmin, Haute-Savoie

and we dined on local cheeses (Raclette and Tomme de Montagne are memorable) and salade de chèvre at the Bar Le Chamois, near Montmin

Bar Le Chamois, near Montmin

with a view to la Tournette (2351m / 7713ft), the highest peak in this part of Haute-Savoie

Lunch at Le Chamois

(click here for our location on Multimap - the red circle exactly corresponds to the camera position in pic 2 above)
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day of the deux Lacs : #1 : Nantua

we had no real idea what to expect of Nantua



and had not allowed any time to spend there. Just passing through on the way to Lake Annecy. The Rough Guide to France doesn’t even mention Nantua

Carnival in Nantua

...not its carnival...

Carnival in Nantua

Carnival in Nantua

... nor even its Lac...

Lac de Nantua from the town

the Lac de Nantua, cradled in its limestone cliffs, 1500 ft above sea level

Lac de Nantua from the town



Nice place. We will return!

And funny books those Rough Guides! More Nantua info here
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morning in Obernai, then out on the Route des Vins

wake up & it’s an Obernai morning & the first thing that we see, over breakfast, is the geraniums in the Place du Marché



They’re almost everywhere else you look too.

Obernai, Place du Marché

This place is barely French, architecturally...

Obernai, Place du Marché

...but perhaps the more intriguing for that Tuetonic touch...

Obernai, Place de l'Étoile

... it feels like the buildings here look eastwards, directly towards Prague, perhaps.

Years ago, driving back up France towards the Channel, a young friend remarked to Jim that northern France is more “French”, while the south is less French, more Mediterranean. In this trip to eastern France we were to find our attention drawn to a less French, more mittel-Europan architecture and ambiance.

Ideas for future trips rush in... but for today, it’s off to explore Alsace, and after a wrong turn up the forest-engulfed Mont Ste. Odile, we’re away on the Route des Vins, to Itterswiller...

Itterswiller, Alsace

(there’s Ruth checking the menu at the Weinstub - it wasn’t the food, or the prices, but the bus-load of tourists that deterred us from eating here)

and Bergheim...

Street Scene, Bergheim, Alsace

...altogether a lieu plus sympa, and a good place for lunch...

lunch in Bergheim, Alsace





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passage to Obernai

the second night finds us in Alsace



in the town of Obernai, where we stay for a couple of nights in the Hostellerie de la Diligence. Our room overlooks the Place du Marché

Obernai, Place du Marché

which is worth a couple more shots. I think:

Obernai, Place du Marché




La Halle aux Blés, Place du Marché, Obernai

La Diligence is certainly one of the nicest Logis we’ve encountered so far on our “tent and logis” travels
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