We weren’t quite sure what to do today. There are plenty of suggestions in the form of leaflets and ideas from our hosts but nothing leaps out. Some are just too far away to really contemplate, some just don’t sound interesting (a museum of eye glasses!) and some are indoors (good weather forecast today, bad tomorrow). Many of the interesting ones are only open at weekends, or on Thursday or the last but one Saturday brunch before the vernal equinox as predicted in the book of Revelations: “Thou shalt not visit the Ironworks Museum until Hell hath freezed over.”. It can be a little frustrating.
We were a little late leaving as we talked at length over breakfast to the other couple staying, a German/Polish pair who were on their way to Provence. They’d come straight from Hamburg the day before (12h) and had another 6-7h to do today. Arnie and Dominique were quite lovely and we could have talked for hours but they had a deadline to keep and we had to get on with our day. Breakfast itself was ok but the homemade bread was a bit heavy and there was copious debate about whether the salty caramel spread was still in date as it smelt a little cheesy. Make of that what you will.
So we headed to an old fort which, as expected was closed but we had a quick look around the outside:
Our host had recommended a village called ‘Saint Hippolyte’ so we dropped by. There wasn’t much to it really. Mildly pretty village. Shops all shut at lunch time. Anyway, we hung around until the Patisserie opened, had lunch and went off for a drive.
We’re fairly close to the Jura mountains so managed to find a few rather twisty, empty roads and gave the car a good run in third gear, which was quite entertaining. On the way we crossed the French-Swiss border four times.
Not that anyone noticed. We could have been smuggling anything. By the way, if you have any use for a case load of assault rifles then just let us know.
This evening we tried a local semi-posh restaurant and it was… ok. Out of context the food would have been decent enough but nothing special. Chez Grand Ma is still the best.
We’re trying to book into a Michelin starred place for tomorrow night. We have high hopes.
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