To the Alps

Anne took this photograph of a crocodile for Tony. I didn't have the nheart to tell her it was a Gila Monster, and made of bread.

Anyway, we had breakfast at Nuits St. Georges. Much too early to taste the wine.

Then on through tunnels too numerous for Anne to mention (but she DID!)

...to Monestier de Clermont. Actually, our destinatio9n wasn't photographed because others thought this lovely little town reminded them of other aspects of Paul. Hmmff..