And Then, We Were Done

Church in Chagny

The last day of the trip was relatively anticlimactic - no crazy marked trails, no running to catch a train. Just breakfast, a stroll around Chagny, then off to Paris. The most notable thing about our travels was being on the same train Dijon-Paris as our "stalkers," who then also followed us to Gare du Nord.

Our lodgings turned out to be a hostel - !!! - populated by 20-somethings and the occasional, lost-looking older person (including us). After unpacking and unwinding we headed out. We had a lovely beer at a cafe while playing "shoot the bicyclist" - Chris warned me when they were coming along the street and I would try to snap a picture as they passed in front of me. Then we strolled to the Louvre, then Île Saint-Louis where we had an unremarkable dinner. (My cheese plate had BUTTER on it!!!) As Chris noted, it was a good meal to transition back to normal life!

Paris cyclist

The flight home was smooth, nothing notable.... the dudes were very happy to see me when I got home and are still in cuddle mode.

So, now that I have had time to reflect....

Paris cyclist

It was a wonderful trip. I am really glad I did a walking trip (despite thinking at least once a day "if I were on a bike I'd be there by now!"), that I saw the Burgundy region, that I got to hang out with Chris, and that we were crazy enough to make our own routes on two days.

There were definitely challenges - the crap maps in the guidebook, hidden trail markers, lack of directions to the hotels, having inflamed tendons on both legs (still tender, grrr), and wishing we had more time. Despite all that, it was a good time.

Bottom line? This was such a different vacation than anything I'd done before... and that's how I like it.