Saturday, Oct. 08. The day after the snow storm, the valley is still filled with low hanging mist and cloud. Precipitation threatens and with wet snow waiting for us at altitude, we decide to do a cannon ball run towards Burgundy (which was always in our plans for a “rainy” day just like this) in anticipation of better weather to come.
So we hop into the trusty Citroen and head out of the valley towards Mâcon. A voyage from winter to autumn in two and one half hours.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!! Vendange over, autumn wraps itself tight around the Beaujolais hillocks.
Curt enjoys a taste of Julieanas. I’m the duty driver, and hence have to take his word that it’s good!!
Village of Julieanas. The streets in the Beaujolais villages are incredibly tight and narrow and the signage can be confusing. We take roads that lead on to nothing more than tractor trails through the vineyards. I’ve been lost in worst places!!! (Don’t recall any vineyards on Ellesmere Island!!)
View of the village of Fleurie from above.
Chappelle of La Madone, Fleurie.
On the road to Morgon.
My kind of windmill!!! My favourite village……. Moulin-à-Vent!!!.
Historic site of Moulin-à-Vent.
It’s a good thing that I haven’t had a drop to drink. On the ride home, 30 miles from Geneva we get caught behind a mega accident. The expressway is closed down for an unbelievable one and a half hours!!.