EnJurance

It's probably only France where after rain you see men with plastic bags full of snails freshly picked from the roadside verges, and so it was this morning. We pass endless deserted villages looking for our coffee stop and it's not until midday that we eventually we find somewhere; it's a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere but somehow full of men from a building site in their work clothes sipping impossibly small glasses of rose and enjoying the menu du jour for 10 euros; a three course meal with wine and coffee. Much more civilised than a sandwich over the keyboard back at the office at home. We arrive at Dole, still in the Jura, in good time and enjoy a meal outside by the canal du Rhine/Rhone in another self styled little Venice. Going off piste tomorrow to try a route through Burgundy vineyards and to stay in Nuits St George or Beaune, and to sample some local wine and perhaps eat some of those snails. (Besancon to Dole - 38 miles)