Drive to Beaune

Finally got out of the airport about 5, right into the teeth of Paris traffic. It was almost five hours later we arrived in Beaune, pronounced Bone. What a beautiful landscape!

We drove past rolling hills brilliantly bright with the yellow blossoms of canola interspersed with emerald green wheat fields. That palette merged with pasture lands where white Charolais cattle were grazing. 

It was dark when we arrived and the group leaders weren't exactly sure how to find the hotel in the walled city. Eventually the bus parked two blocks from the hotel on the street and we trudged to the hotel dragging our luggage. 

After a wonderful pizza (in France no less) we collapsed into bed after midnight.  

Ready to explore the city.