We’re here, we’re in Vézelay. Nicknamed the nicest city in France, in the heart of Bourgogne. We camped just out of this town last night. This morning, I woke to cruise in and grab a baguette, a couple of croissants, and various other goodies. A cool quiet ride in at 7am. Fall is coming. Only the bakers work this early in France.

This place is magical.

Last night we had one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time. Escargot, Carnards roti, brie et noits…deux leffe, une bouteilles de vins rouge locale. Parfait.