A long drive to the laundromat
As soon as I arrived in Dijon (after a seven hour drive) it was time to go fetch another rental car for our Tuesday road trip. We had just enough time Monday evening to grab some mustard and a tasty dinner of STEAK (sans frites)
Tuesday morning we stocked up on essential supplies (croissants, baguette, cheese…) and struck out Evian-bound: a friend and colleague of Dunc’s from home just so happened to be in Evian on vacation and had room for us + another couple to pop down for the night. MY LIFE IS HARD.
It’s about a 3/3.5 hour drive from Dijon. Longer if you take the scenic route in search of a photography museum (closed on Tuesdays??? Seriously??) and wineries (let’s go over more unpaved back country roads! And down people’s driveways! Oh look, while we consult our maps here comes a friendly older woman who wants to basically sit ON our driver and tell us the good wine to try! Too bad our driver speaks the least French of all of us and thinks she might kill him!). We also stopped in at some other museum thing that was large, open, but awfully expensive. So we perused the gift shop before heading up to Evian where great company, a bonafide house (including laundry that we attempted to break!), wine, cheese, and a home cooked meal awaited us. Yay!