Paris is now behind us & we are heading south through the French country side.
The stress factor has now wound back considerably. If you are watching the Tour De France Highlights at 6pm on SBS the
country side is just like that. We are very happy to be out of the city & driving through these ancient villages, all of
which are only 3 or 4 klms apart. There are many deserted buildings in the villages, I suppose this is a symptom of the
decline in the French population in the country side.
We have been driving the last 2 days in constant freezing drizzling rain, while only a few hundred kilometres away on Corsica
The TDR has started in glorious sunshine. Fine weather is predicted to move here tomorrow. We had great difficulty yesterday
in finding accomodation around Dijon but finally got a lovely comfortable little room in Sur L'darc, about 20klms south.
We stayed in a 450 year old building ( I think it may have been renovated sometime during that period)
It was the most comfortable & cosy accomodation we have yet had on this trip.
The locals don't consider 450 to be excessively old & it is hard to imagine that the building had been standing for over
200 years when Australia was discovered.(I don't think the traffic was as bad then.)
We ate at a great restaurant where we met a Belgian couple on holidays. They were the only ones who could speak any English at
all & were very entertaining. They told us that the further south we go the less people can speak English.
We have found this to be true, as since then we have met no one else capable of speaking any English at all.
We did impress ourselves in ordering a drink of wine in 3 languages. The waiter was speaking French, so I only caught about
2 words, so I asked him if he spoke German, as Germany is only about 200klms away, & he said yes. But to my dissappointment
I was 3 times more fluent in German than he was. So we proceeded to organise the drinks in words of French, English & German.
The result was we got what we wanted & and a good laugh to boot.
Today the language problem has continued as no one at all has been able to speak any English at all.
We still seem to be able to get our meaning across & were even able to use a complicated system in the laverie (laundromat)
'
The surprising thing is that 200klms north of here the word for laundromat is 'blanchisserie' here no one seems to understand
that & the word is 'laverie'. We are now slowly learning to decipher written signs & we are picking up new key words.
In the super market I was able to say 'moneit pur lavage machine' to get some change for the laundromat & this evening was able
to book into the hotel with the host unable to speak any English.
I must admit this does add a level of stress to the holiday & it is much easier in NZ & USA.
Well I better sign off as Yvonne is starving & has hinted at me 3 times to go to the restaurant.
I don't know when we will post this as there is no internet available in this village.
Back from dinner & feeling very smug as we were able to order dinner & wine succesfuly.With a little help from the German
and French menus, I was able to ask for the bill & answer
a question as to how far we are travelling, enquire about the time for breakfast & wish the host goodnight.
The entertainment for the evening was the dog fight. In France people bring their pet dogs to restaurants & tonight there were
2 large shaggy dogs as big as Rocko already in the restaurant when we arrived. This was fine until a large black dog arrived
with his owner for dinner, then there was much growling barking & snapping & chairs being knocked about with owners pulling
hard on leashes.
Ville Motier.. W
The stress factor has now wound back considerably. If you are watching the Tour De France Highlights at 6pm on SBS the
country side is just like that. We are very happy to be out of the city & driving through these ancient villages, all of
which are only 3 or 4 klms apart. There are many deserted buildings in the villages, I suppose this is a symptom of the
decline in the French population in the country side.
We have been driving the last 2 days in constant freezing drizzling rain, while only a few hundred kilometres away on Corsica
The TDR has started in glorious sunshine. Fine weather is predicted to move here tomorrow. We had great difficulty yesterday
in finding accomodation around Dijon but finally got a lovely comfortable little room in Sur L'darc, about 20klms south.
We stayed in a 450 year old building ( I think it may have been renovated sometime during that period)
It was the most comfortable & cosy accomodation we have yet had on this trip.
The locals don't consider 450 to be excessively old & it is hard to imagine that the building had been standing for over
200 years when Australia was discovered.(I don't think the traffic was as bad then.)
We ate at a great restaurant where we met a Belgian couple on holidays. They were the only ones who could speak any English at
all & were very entertaining. They told us that the further south we go the less people can speak English.
We have found this to be true, as since then we have met no one else capable of speaking any English at all.
We did impress ourselves in ordering a drink of wine in 3 languages. The waiter was speaking French, so I only caught about
2 words, so I asked him if he spoke German, as Germany is only about 200klms away, & he said yes. But to my dissappointment
I was 3 times more fluent in German than he was. So we proceeded to organise the drinks in words of French, English & German.
The result was we got what we wanted & and a good laugh to boot.
Today the language problem has continued as no one at all has been able to speak any English at all.
We still seem to be able to get our meaning across & were even able to use a complicated system in the laverie (laundromat)
'
The surprising thing is that 200klms north of here the word for laundromat is 'blanchisserie' here no one seems to understand
that & the word is 'laverie'. We are now slowly learning to decipher written signs & we are picking up new key words.
In the super market I was able to say 'moneit pur lavage machine' to get some change for the laundromat & this evening was able
to book into the hotel with the host unable to speak any English.
I must admit this does add a level of stress to the holiday & it is much easier in NZ & USA.
Well I better sign off as Yvonne is starving & has hinted at me 3 times to go to the restaurant.
I don't know when we will post this as there is no internet available in this village.
Back from dinner & feeling very smug as we were able to order dinner & wine succesfuly.With a little help from the German
and French menus, I was able to ask for the bill & answer
a question as to how far we are travelling, enquire about the time for breakfast & wish the host goodnight.
The entertainment for the evening was the dog fight. In France people bring their pet dogs to restaurants & tonight there were
2 large shaggy dogs as big as Rocko already in the restaurant when we arrived. This was fine until a large black dog arrived
with his owner for dinner, then there was much growling barking & snapping & chairs being knocked about with owners pulling
hard on leashes.
Ville Motier.. W
View out of our hotel port hole
450 year old hotel. (top right round window was our home)
Street scene
Yvonne among the flowers
Flower close up

























