I can’t believe that we passed by Burgundy without tasting its famous red wine…
We were on our way from Paris (or Versailles to be precise) to Lyon. I didn’t see many vineyards though; perhaps we were on the highway and not really the wine region.
Corn field
My sister and I departed from London around 7am to embark on a 19-days tour, together with 23 other travellers (19 from Australia, 4 from USA) and Craig Hill, our tour director.
We headed to Dover, boarded a ferry, waved goodbye to the lovely White Cliff, and crossed the Strait of Dover (Pas de Calais) to Calais.
Photo of White Cliffs of Dover
The ferry took around an hour from Dover to Calais; and I set my foot for the first time on the Continental of Europe. Bonjour! We were greeted by Marcel, our bus driver for the tour; and continued our journey to Paris, the capital city of France.
It was a long drive from Calais to Paris, but it was not dull at all. All the scenes outside of the window seemed so fresh and enchanting to me… huge corn fields, nuclear power plants and gigantic windmills; it was like wandering into a brand new world, like “Alice in Wonderland”.
Accompanied with the chats and laughter with other tour mates, time flew; soon we arrived in Paris, and checked in at our hotel at around 4pm.
