Alise Ste Reine to Laives
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A ridiculous moustache like two fishtails.
You can guarantee that the dude
looked
much more like this,
a contemporary coin being more
reliable than the whim of a sculptor 1800 years later. Napoleon wore a moustache at the
time when the statue was being made and the 'tache was modelled on his.
I thought, Should someone tell him it's all over now, this faded pop star still waiting to go on stage long after the festival has finished?
Voir le film "Alésia vu du ciel : l'oeil de Réné Goguey" 17mins all in French, but with lots of interesting aerial footage.
Here's a fine representation of the Gallic dude. Yours for only
$2,000.
The catch for the shutter has something of Alfred Hitchcock's profile.
A little knowledge is a disappointing thing, that's for sure, because only after returning home did I find out that,
"You can explore the [excavated] ruins of a Roman-Gallic town, Les Fouilles d'Alésia, and Le Musée d'Alésia, which sit side-by-side on the rue de l'Hôpital at the edge of the village. The museum and ruins are closed Nov 12 - Mar 21."
More here.
15th century castle at Posanges.
It's in astonishingly good nick and privately owned (apparently by someone so wealthy that they've no need to open it to the public).
For the first time that day we joined an autoroute, but soon afterwards found ourselves sitting in baking sunshine in an enormous queue so we pulled off the A6 (Autoroute du Soleil), into Chalon sur Saone to see what the town was like because it was a name we'd previously seen when travelling out of, or back into the Jura.
A few months later and I can remember almost nothing about Chalon sur Saone, I'm afraid, so we gained little from our diversion other than the ability to say to ourselves that we have fleetingly visited that town, rather than blinkering past it in the concrete ditch which is an autoroute.
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Would Vercingetorix have understood that I couldn't use a proper noun?
We were at Camping La Héronnière, Dutch-owned, I think, a site rather better than its website might lead you to expect. Which is much better than the other way round, I'm sure you'll agree. Our pitch was too close to one occupied by a family from Belfast who had a BIG shiny SUV and a BIG caravan and the noisiest, angriest most unhappy little children. Dad looked BIG and unfriendly, mum small and anxious. When Jo and I went to buy frites to supplement our evening meal, Belfast mum was chirpily telling the French frites seller that she'd just seen a lizz 'ard. The word is lézard, but I've come to prefer lizz 'ard. (Best of all, I think, is a salonnard, a lounge lizard). |
Last year Jo had given me an i-pod which I'd been slow to fill with hours and hours of music, some of which was a "Jo's Playlist", you'll be relieved to hear. Even so I'd still used up only a very small proportion of the 30 million gigazulus of whateverness capacity.
That evening I put on my proper, but lightweight, headphones (it's the only way when you wear hearing aids), and listened to loadsa stuff including Rod Stewart's You Wear It Well, which reminded me what a good guitarist Ron Wood had been up until he joined the Stones.
Then there was (another small bottle of beer and), Rory Gallagher doing a 9:30mins version of A Million Miles Away......
Some of you might recognise that shots of this type generally indicate that this photographer is drunk.
In my scribbling notebook it says, "Do you think anyone (the whole campsite), would like to listen to my music?" and Jo's written "Mozzies", because we'd resorted to some shamefully non-Buddhist techniques for reducing their numbers inside the van.
081007: I've just told Jo about the ruins and museum which we missed at Alise Ste Reine and been delighted that she suggested we go back. (I'd been thinking that next time we were passing Dijon I'd have to subtly introduce a 40+ miles diversion and then arrive at Alise Ste Reine "to my surprise").
A bright and sunny morning
At the campsite Jo had seen a sign advertising the market in Tournus. It filled one very long street and we bought some real vegetables. Can you remember the sort I mean? Slight imperfections in appearance, but floods of flavour?
Underwater parking on the Saône
at
Tournus (v. good website for Burgundy).
Blimey,
aren't compu'ers great!
