Escape urban life, eat fresh fruit and vegetables straight from the Garden, spend days reading a book in the sun by a lake; if this sounds like your kind of bliss then head to France’s countryside.
My friends and I caught the Eurostar from King’s Cross St.Pancras to Lyon, France’s capital of gastronomy; and from there caught another train to reach the small, sleepy city of Mâcon about 45 minutes away. Unfortunately my friend Freya, got her suitcase stolen on the Eurostar, so make sure you keep your eyes on your belongings – especially if it has to be stored in the compartment near the doors. Despite this initial episode, the rest of our time in France was a summer idyll; perfect food, wine, company and surroundings. Oh… the French know how to indulge.