Praying for breakfast

The French are much better than us at sitting by the side of the road eating and drinking. We have tried hard to join in.

This was Paris first thing for breakfast.

We drove down to Beaune, booked into our hotel and then went for a wander in the town. What a fine old place, seemed only fair to have a wine tasting.

On to dinner, I managed to resist Steak tartare ( three nights in a row might have been a little much ) going for Carpaccio instead ( salads tomorrow ).

All finished off with a Calvados in a car park!