Beaune, France

Beaune, France

France! I was so excited! We walked from Geneva into the country and hitchhiked with a few lovely people to the walled town of Beaune. I immediately enjoyed the atmosphere. A few helpful people pointed us in the right direction of the campground. We don’t have a tent with us, only a hammock, and our allotted spot didn’t have trees, but it was very cheap to stay there. It was worth it to have wifi, showers, and a place to leave our bags during the day. Besides, we enjoy sleeping under the stars.

On our walk into town the next morning we passed a music shop not yet open. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata could be heard through the closed door and I peered in to see a man playing the piano. I stood outside against the wall taking in the French scenery as the music flooded through it.

The temperature was in the 90s and it was a weekend, so it was bustling with people. There was a huge outdoor market selling just about everything. We alternated between relaxing at camp and wandering around. As you can tell by all the pictures, I really liked the architecture of the old town.

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

Beaune France

I have two backpacks. I wear the big one on my back and the small one with my camera and stuff that would be bad to lose on the front. Looks like a lot when I’m carrying them, but in reality only two bags for six months isn’t that much! You definitely learn what you need and what you don’t, since you have to carry it all the whole time.

Beaune France

Beaune is in the center of the Burgundy wine making region and known for its wine.

Beaune France

Sky views from our camp.

Hot air balloon Beaune France

Beaune France moon

After Beaune we hitchhiked very successfully to the top of France. The views going through the country side were incredible and I couldn’t even begin to explain the way it made me feel. Like driving through a dream.

We found a nice place to wild camp for the night, happy to use the hammock again and see where we’d end up the next day.

wild camp France

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