After the excellent repast of the previous evening (I am still salivating thinking of that boeuf Bourgignon!), I had a bit of a lie in on the morning of the 5th of May and awoke to a day that was much more climatically suited to me. Certainly it was not stunningly hot but at least it was dry and you could see the sun.
Perhaps somewhat oddly I still had the Al Stewart song “Night of the 4th of May” as an earworm. If you have happened upon this page randomly then please see the previous entry for an explanation of this. Continue reading “Night of the 4th of May revisited.”
As I have explained in earlier entries in this series I was rapidly losing track of time and sometimes awoke wondering what country I was even in. It was therefore something of a surprise to find that shortly after waking on this day the Al Stewart song “Night of the 4th of May” bounced into my head in what I believe is called an earworm. It must have been something subliminal like seeing the date on the TV news but it was no problem as I simply love Al as an artist and have something like 17 of his albums in various formats. Whilst I do like his later offerings my favourites remain the earlier stuff most of which were written and released before I ever became a teenager or picked up a guitar. Continue reading “Where did Al Stewart come from?”
The 2nd May was really a day of doing rather little as the weather sort of precluded doing very much, it was tipping down with rain and so, after a very decent lie-in in the wonderful apartment I was staying in, I did not really stray too far. Remember that I was travelling with absolutely minimal kit and I did not even possess anything vaguely approaching being showerproof never mind properly waterproof. My sole outer garment was and old, much-loved and now slightly tatty Ben Sherman denim jacket purchased as new from a charity shop in Northern Ireland some years ago for the ludicrous price of £4! Continue reading “Another day in Dijon.”
Another one of my gallery entries here and this one refers to the Eglise de Notre-Dame in Dijon which is a superb building and which I hope you have read about in the main blogpost for this day. I honestly believe that if grandeur was the sole criterion for being a Cathedral then this building would be. See what you think. Continue reading “Ever see a beautiful gargoyle?”
Yes, this was all I had and most of that was computer stuff!
The next day dawned with a well rested Fergy and brought with it not only a new month but also the Mayday public holiday which I had totally forgotten about so most places were closed. I had decided that I was going to go to Dijon for no better reason than I wanted to buy some mustard to send home to my foodie friend. Honestly, I am not joking. I did eventually manage to purchase said delicacy but I never got round to posting it and at time of writing in July 2018 it is still sitting in my London flat awaiting delivery!
Even after all these years I still keep discovering new ways to travel and this was one such day as I had my first experience of carpooling. It had happened quite randomly as I was searching on the rather useful Rome2Rio website for my potential options and carpooling was one suggested. I must say that whilst I had obviously heard of the concept before I had never really considered it but it looked like a very cost-effective option, being just a touch more expensive than a bus and far, far cheaper than the train so I thought I’d give it a go. Continue reading “Another month, another place and two new travel ideas.”
The 29th of April (remember this trip was supposed to be a four day one from the 2nd of April) came and I was in a very comfortable room in a hotel somewhere in the middle of France. Frankly, if you had asked me on waking which city I was in, I could not have told you. It was just that kind of trip and I was frankly questioning my sanity by then but my mental state has always been a moot point anyway. I reckon that by normal definition I am completely insane but at least I am not dangerous except to myself. Continue reading “Another two for one deal and all the fun of the fair.”
Here we go again, another gallery post about the wonderful Foire Attractive (funfair to you and me) that I came upon accidentally on it’s last day of a month’s residency in a park in central Nancy. Against all expectations, I really do think I am getting the hang of this running my own website business. There are only another six options of posting that I have to work out but I’ll get round to them in time.
My first foray into publishing a gallery seems to have gone OK so I shall push my luck here and attempt another, this one dealing with the superb Central Market in Nancy. Again, no text and minimal captions but I do hope you enjoy the images. Continue reading “March to the Marche (Market).”
I am probably getting hugely over-confident here but I appear to have successfully published a couple of gallery posts on my site which I am getting rather attached to. Yes, it is a huge amount of work and there are literally years more to come even to catch up on past trips never mind what I do in the interim but at least I know my work is relatively safe here on the principle that I am probably unlikely to shut myself down as has happened to me too often before with commercial sites. Having said that, the way I am with computers anything is possible. Continue reading “What a place the Place is.”
The morning of the 28th April arrived thankfully rather more pleasantly than the previous day had ended as at least it was not raining. Time for me to go for a walk then as I do like to do.
I had seen a covered market near where I was staying and decided that would be good for a look round. I am completely drawn to markets and this one proved to be an absolute beauty albeit with the rather prosaic name of Marche Central. Continue reading “I become ludicrously French.”
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