The plan was to go with G to Lyon but as I wasn’t sure how my stomach would continue from all the cheese I stayed at home to be on the safe side. So I missed Lyon and my stomach was thankfully not worrying me.
When I was travelling I met G and J, his older brother. J was in France too and I got to meet him too. It is really nice to catch up with people you met travellling. Even if you only grabbed a beer with them 🙂
There is this rare bridge close to G’s parents, where he grew up. There are only four in France and I’m lucky (can it be the clove acting up?) to be almost too close 😛 What is this bridge then? Why is so special? Well it is a bridge with a water road for boats to cross the river!! Ha! Isn’t that cool? There is a small path on each side so you can walk across too. And I was lucky again a few days later to see a boat cross. I walked parallell to it. Super cool!
The day continues and we pass Digoin which is just next to Molinet where G’s parents live and where G grew up. Digoin is very small and picturesque. I am glad to have the chance to visit the non typical touristic places. We were in the car and I was like stop somewhere I have to take a picture! And he is like: of what? This is where he grew up and you know how it is. You take your surroundings for granted and maybe not see what other people see. Then the architecture in France is very different from Sweden.
Check out this door!
In Molinet the brothers helped out their dad with grooming the leaves on the wall on the back of the house.
Now their dad had a broken foot after skydiving with G. And older brother J had a surgery so they where both using crutches.
I love the feeling of beeing here. It is a big house with a big family, with their cousin next door and we got to pick some salad to get with us from the
Now G’s old room is still his room and here I found someone else who decided to settle. There was no point trying to kill it so we took the vaccuum cleaner and said bye bye before the would take over the house!
So next town I got to visit thanks to G’s work was Mâcon. All the cities and villages are beautiful because they all have a small feeling to them.
Rouge de Solutre is a lookout where we went on a hot day. The lookout was surrounded by vinyards. Not too long ago there was a young man who jumped from the top to kill himself. Just something I was told and share. A view from the bottom.
Why do I love castles? Small, big, old, new (not many new I guess…). Did I hear too many princess fairytales as a child? Don’t know, don’t care why, but I do. And they really have castles here, in my opinion as a castle should be!
And so came my last weekend in France. I stayed with two bicecly freaks and G’s whole family are cyclists. Tour de France is going on for 3 weeks during summer and since it is a huge tradition we went too. This year was the 100th year! You understand that it is in people’s lives. They have seen this forever. The tradition is to pack a picnic and your friends and family and go to the nearest place to first see the PR-cars throwing out freebies, have your picnic and then see all the proffessionals fly by in about 2 minutes maximum! Why not?
One last thing. More cheese. Goat cheese. Now I’m used to not eating the strange part of the cheese, eg the parts that are different from the rest of the piece because it has changed form, colour, moved or sth. But here, some people simply love it, it’s the best part they say. It might not look bad, but when we lifted the lid of this one I almost fainted!
When I packed my bag I found a big fat spider in the bed! (2nd one I mention but 3rd in a row)
Off to Sweden again!