Beginning in Burgundy
Tonight we arrived in Auxerre, Burgundy. As I type this, the strains of a jazz combo performing on the Quai below are wafting up on a Summer's evening. Luckily the windows are double glazed. The volume is perfect for enjoying if you are me!
Auxerre is beautiful. Glorious on a summer's evening. It's tatty and historical and real and magical. It's full of actual French people having actual summer holidays. (Also a lot of Germans and us.) People in caravans, people on hire boats, families with young children, people with dogs, young couples in love.
There is a perfect full moon floating above the canal. Too much reflection from the window, but trust me it's beautiful.
All this and only 2.5 hours from Paris on the fast train from Bercy SNCF.
Auxerre is beautiful. Glorious on a summer's evening. It's tatty and historical and real and magical. It's full of actual French people having actual summer holidays. (Also a lot of Germans and us.) People in caravans, people on hire boats, families with young children, people with dogs, young couples in love.
There is a perfect full moon floating above the canal. Too much reflection from the window, but trust me it's beautiful.
All this and only 2.5 hours from Paris on the fast train from Bercy SNCF.