After many an awful ferry ride to Ireland, I was very thankful for a smooth journey across the Channel, although still rocking my deeply uncool seasickness bands.
We were welcomed on to French soil with blue skies and sunshine and time flew as we made our way down to Auxerre, managing to avoid almost all of the toll roads (thanks majorly to the knowledge of Uncle G) and stopping only to devour a fresh baguette filled with ham from a lovely little village en route.
We spent our first night at La Cimentelle in Auxerre. Full of vintage treasures, old books, and a roll top bath, it’s easy to say that I was in my element. Nestled in countryside as far as the eye can see, it was so peaceful and quiet it didn’t take long for us both to exhale very deep breaths and feel like our holiday had really begun.
We had dinner at a beautiful chateaux in nearby Nitry, a darling little town, where we sampled our first local wine of the trip (I very much doubt it will be our last).
After a big sleep, we came down to a breakfast of kings and although Apple threatened storms, we are currently flying through tiny little provincial villages and the most beautiful countryside, top down, Taylor Swift in our ears (don’t let Dem tell you differently, he’s singing his heart out to it) drenched in sunshine, on our way to Fontenay Abbey in Burgundy. We thought we’d get some culture in before this blog gets filled with too many lazy days spent with a bottle of wine.
Hope you are having a lovely day.