Who would have thought the weather would be so different? Not me, but when I got up this morning there were no clouds in the sky. Sue was on me immediately after coffee to get out and stop the bitching about the bad weather. So off I went, thinking I might not be able to reply to this month’s challenge but taking the camera along just in case. It was sunny, but oh the wind! Howling down from the North Sea, it made getting to the center of the village a trial. The temp hovered around zero and my winter riding gear was only just adequate to keep me from suffering hypothermia. And to add to the discomfort my saddle seemed to have slipped back a hair. I made a stop in the center of Gevrey to adjust it, but I didn’t succeed at getting the angle right. Further along the way at Vosne Romanée I stopped again to try to get it right, but this time I didn’t get the adjusting bolt tight enough and it got worse. Finally I went to the railway station in Corgoloin where I could get out of the wind and keep my hands warm and I got it adjusted to the right angle.
With the wind pushing me along, I made it to Beaune in plenty of time for lunch, which was a roast pork sandwich on ciabatta with lettuce, bacon, and feta cheese.
After lunch I cruised southward and lo, the clouds started to form over the cote.
I stopped in Puligny-Montrachet to take this picture. In the background you can just make out the neighboring village of Chassagne -Montrachet. Nice fluffy clouds above the cote, not the dark rain-filled ones we’ve had so much of lately.
Not wanting to face the wind, I continued on to Chagny and the path along the canal du centre. On into Chalon-sur-Saone where I decided to try a new route through town. I stumbled upon a couple of pre-world war I houses and they had some fancy (for the period) architecture.
I love the Art Nouveau style, so II was glad I came this way. This house was built in 1913.
From Chalons I was going to take the train home; but there wouldn’t be one until four o’clock and the wind had pushed me along so fast that it had only gone half past two. There was, however an express train leaving for Dijon, so I took it and rode home, with the wind, from there.