Saturday, October 3, 2009

October 2, Dijon to Amboise

Finally a moment to write!! Hello cyber amis. Trip is smooth and trouble-free. We love zipping through the gears in a little Fiat Panda- room for 4 (two people two bags). The weather is – sincerely – perfect.





Dijon Tues – Thursday, staying in the guest suite of the Maison de Retraite (retirement home) LOVINGLY run by the Little Sisters of the Poor. Several buildings, flower gardens, fruit trees
where they make their own jams; a chapel and an atmosphere as spiritual and joyful as one can find, given that many here are quite incapacitated by


age and infirmity. Michel’s countenance is rather
overcome by the many trials of his life. He’s not always “there” mentally. His pain grabs me so. We both cried when I arrived and left – he kept saying how “exquisite” my friendship, to which I’ve always said he’s given me more than he realizes.
Dijon – Anny and Bruno (friends of Michel) invited us for lunch at their charming house a little outside the city. Here’s a picture of their cute Spaniels eating raspberries from the vines in their garden. Their place is on the Roman Road” – literally the road taken by pilgrims in the Middle Ages, en route to Campostella. Their property was used as a hospital in that era, and I defy any designer from the most chic of magazines to do a better renovation.
Amboise – Thursday – Friday
Now we’re in the Vallee de la Loire, one of the first sites being a hot air balloon over the Loire River! Above the city lies the Chateau Amboise, home of France 1st – the friend of Leonardo De Vinci. THINK TIME OF COLUMBUS for a historical perspective.

First night we walked down by the wall of the castle and Eddie, in process of flipping a bug from his eye, knocked his dark glasses off his face and onto the drawbridge, beyond the locked gate. Sooooo I climbed a couple of gates and slipped over in hopes that that wood (with its 4 century history) would hold me – and it did – as I sleuthed back over the fence with only the eye of
the funky gargoyle watching my move.










Yesterday we toured the Clos Luce where De Vinci spent the last three years of his life and where are displayed his models and sketches, gardens and furnishings. From the courtyard one looks over toward the castle and can see the chapel where is buried. Everywhere we walk are roses still blooming, private homes, little pathways and flowers peeping out of everything.







Vouvrey wine tasting, and tasting. This is a little town and next to it Rochcorbon, where there are shops, hills, schools, vineyards and the trogolodyte homes – demeures inside the rocky terrain from which come the ingredients to make the good chenin blanc grapes. The homes themselves are partially inside the rocks with windows and terraces outside. Sometimes the owners (how do you buy a “piece of the rock?”) will build out with “normal” looking additions.

All for now …gotta run and see the Chateau Ch……something today! Love to everybody.

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