We are informed that the Soane river is too swollen to navigate, so we go to Lyon via Dijon. An unexpected bus ride of six hours took us by flooded farm fields ... and we hear the farmers could not plant. Anticipate high food prices this summer, as much will have to be imported.
Dijon is a sweet village, but we have a tour guide who charges us through the charming, narrow streets like we're running from the bulls in Pamplona!
We have a quick lunch and go out to the practically empty square. Today is Mother's Day in France, and a Sunday...so most shops are closed. One is open, and it turns out to be a mustarderie! I made up that word. With a tea towel and jars of unique mustards in my arms, and some anise tins, I greet the happy shop keeper, who, like everyone here has a wool scarf wrapped jauntily around his neck. Just a few euros later we return to our "motor home" only to find some angry women who couldn't keep up with "Madame Pipsqueak," the inexperienced tour guide. Who forgot that she must count her chickens before taking off.
In Lyon, all is different. The sister ship to the Viking Spirit is the Viking Europa. Although identical, there are noticeable differences. The crew seem more connected, the introductions more thorough. It is an adjustment for us because our cabin is a flip from the previous one, so a bit like being in a mirror.
And, dear ones who did a sun dance for real.. we owe you! There is sunshine out the window. Though risking being risqué we kept our curtains opened while changing this morning. Dressing while watching people walk or bicycle to work on the granite street was, well, unusual, with the feel of being in a film.
Well, off to see Lyon. Keep dancing!
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