Couchey to Dijon

This is a beautiful route created by Monique. After taking in the scattered rain along the way, we arrived in Couchey. We passed by the center of Fixin sCouchey to visit Monique’s family who owned a small vineyard. As soon we got to the gates, we were received a warm welcome by family members. We set aside our bikes and dried ourselves. We It is a family owned and a humble place where they do their own limited wine production and no intention of reaching a high profile production like many in the Burgundy region. After drying ourselves from the scattered rain along the way, we received a warm welcome from everybody, we all gathered together and we all gathered together. Although I didn’t speak French, I After days together, we were quite consistent to start our bike journey at 10:00 AM.. Monique has a morning routine that takes sometime to get herself ready. Although I’m a morning person, I got used to this schedule in an instant. I began to like it because I could do my morning routine without any rushing and by the time, it’s 10:00, we are ready to hit the road.

After spending two nights together in Chagny, I thought it best to stay with Monique and Dominique. At this time, I stayed in a room next to theirs. That evening, while I was reading after a shower, Monique invited me to join her and her vineyard friends. I quickly got ready and joined them at the table, feeling comfortable even though I didn’t speak French.

The ride from Couchey to Dijon was our shortest. After navigating a few towns, we soon reached central Dijon. We first visited the Cite de Gastronomy for wine tasting, then had lunch together. Later, we biked to Fontaine de Dijon, where Monique lives, and said goodbye to Dominique, who had parked her car there.

We created wonderful memories on this trip. The hardest ride was from Beaune to Couchey in the rain. We took side roads and explored scenic places like Aloxe-Corton and Reulle Vergy, passing by colorful displays for the Tour de France before arriving at Gevrey Chambertin, where we visited a spot we’d been to last year.

That afternoon, Monique and I strolled around Dijon’s Centre Ville. After parking our bikes, we visited a bar for a glass of wine. As it started to rain, we biked back on Dijon’s quiet, wet streets, savoring the peacefulness of the empty roads.