Gare de Lyon always has a long line for taxis and Friday evening was no exception. Luckily we weren't too tired, didn't have jet lag and didn't have much luggage. Finally it was our turn, we got in the taxi.
As the taxi left the parking lot, we were greeted with a symphony of honking, screaming, lights flashing, cars going in all directions. I bet it's this way every Friday night. I was so happy to be back in Paris, even after just a few days of vacation, I didn't mind at all. I relished the cab ride in a light rain back home.
Burgundy was wonderful, very educational. We took a tour of the Beaune wine country.
Yes, it was much colder than Paris and with limited suitcase space, I wore many layers.
We saw some very expensive real estate. The wine from this vineyard costs several hundred Euro per bottle. We were told it takes 2-3 vines to produce one bottle.
Beaune and the surrounding area is a very ancient, dating back to the 13th Century for many of the buildings and associations that still make wine today.
Evidently, the population of Beaune was reduced by about 75% during the Plague. We visited the Hotel Dieu, then a hospital mostly for the poor. It was beautiful. Medicine was a bit more barbaric, with butchers as surgeons and plants for medicine.
The apothecary was filled with tinctures, plants, and powders still in their bottles waiting for the next patient. Hopefully, the patients survived the medical treatment.
We were closely watched as we left the Collegiale Notre Dame church.
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