Monday morning I woke up with a tremendous pain in my right foot. I could barely hobble my way down stairs for breakfast, so I scheduled an appointment with the doc as soon as the office opened. Doctor Paurelle determined that I was indeed in much pain (oh he can be cruel with his probings) so I was sent to the radiologist for pictures. unfortunately, the radiologist was booked until Wednesday, so I bided my time eating ibuprofen and keeping my foot up. The two days passed slowly, but come the time the x-rays revealed…..nothing! In fact by Friday the pain was gone as mysteriously as it appeared. So why not get out?
The most public art piece in Gevrey is probably this. The Gates of the Seasons a sculpture made to display the work in the vines during the four seasons and made from old farming implements, winemaking tools, bottles, etc. From Gevrey I rode south to Nuits St. Georges and a welcome cup of tea in the Café de Paris.
The terrasse is bare of all the summer-time tables. Last weeks warm weather is forgotten, and we are hunkering down for the winter. The tourists are gone, too.
The barista gets me some hot water and Darjeeling tea. “Does one good” she tells me. I have to remove my jacket, and unzip my jersey because the heat is turned up in the bar. Its only nine degrees outside (that’s Celsius for those of you in Myanmar) but still the people here think its cold.
Nuits has its own rainiac statue. IN the summer the umbrella drips water from the points. Leaving Nuits, I ride up and over the hills to get back home. Nice cool day, not much wind, a pleasant couple of hours in my “back yard”.
Friday, Nov. 2nd.
Kilometers ridden: 44
Tea consumed: two cups.