We woke up this morning to snow. Not tonnes like a few weeks ago, but certainly enough to make driving down to Beaune this morning a slippery, slow affair.
All the little crepe flowers they put up everywhere are covered with generous dabs of white stuff, and the wooden bees and butterflies look even more incongrous than they did yesterday.
The word was that the festival would be cancelled if there was snow or ice, as the roads would become impracticable. I certainly hope not, as the villages are looking so festive and fabulous as the result of so much work on behalf of so many people. And we also have a waffles and cider afternoon planned for Sunday, so I am really keeping my fingers crossed.