A Dijon

 What a beautiful old city this is So far, no moutarde has passed my lips but there is a shop nearby only selling jars of the stuff for tourists not on bikes. We’ve wandered around town today, partook of a delicious lunch and got acculturated at the Musee Des Beaux Arts.

Four days of riding since our last rest stop in Verdun. We’ll, not quite the full four days as we discovered that Neufchateau to Langres was panning out at more than 100kms, so being sensible we went to the railway station and bought tickets to a town close to Langres.

We enjoyed the walking tour of Langres, walled and perched high on a hill. Merci beaucoup for an e-bike.

The trip to Dijon took us along a canal lined with trees showing their autumn colours. A house on the edge of the copious locks. Seemed like a pleasant and not too taxing career.

We’ve loved the riding and the extremely pleasant conversations with locals serving coffee en route. The farmland is well-tended but in serious need of rain. The sunflowers have drooped and the maize has dried off. Although we came across one sunflower field that had been planted later. The steers are fat and the silage is being honed.

So far we’ve come 626kms and will take off for a semi-circular ride in north Burgundy before joining the Loire.