Day 18: Bligny-sur-Ouche to Arnay-le-Duc

Walking in France: Deviating to the main square of Bligny for breakfast

Deviating to the main square for breakfast

Sunday, 2 July 2017
Distance 17 km
Duration 3 hours 25 minutes
Ascent 128 m, descent 116 m
Map 136 of the TOP 100 lime-green series

Because of the absence of bars between Bligny and our destination for the day, we deviated the half-kilometre into town (which was not in the direction we were going) before setting off seriously on our day’s walk.

As we walked up towards the main square, we saw the wooded ridge that we had traversed yesterday looming over the village like a benevolent guardian.

The boulangerie at the top of the square provided us with a bag of lovely things – two croissants, a pain aux raisins and an apple chausson – which we spread out on the hotel’s bar table with the coffee.

Walking in France: Breakfast at the hotel

Breakfast at the hotel


We did not expect any hardship on this day’s walk, so we took our time, finally leaving at about 9 am.

Retracing most of the way back to the camping ground, we veered off on the D33, past the supermarket and a few warehouses, then veered off again to the tiny hilltop village of Vic-des-Prés.


Walking in France: Vic-des-Prés

Vic-des-Prés

Walking in France: Leaving Vic-des-Prés

Leaving Vic-des-Prés

A couple of kilometres further on we came to an even smaller village, Bessey-la-Cour, and after that the bitumen ran out.

Walking in France: Ominous weather near Bessey-la-Cour

Ominous weather near Bessey-la-Cour


Walking in France: Still dry

Still dry


The white gravel road beyond was like a ribbon cast down carelessly across the sunlit fields, and we swung along at a good pace.

Walking in France: Clear skies again

Clear skies again


After a while we entered a thick wood and the track was hemmed in by unruly vegetation that would soon require a visit from the communal mowing machine.

Walking in France: On our little short cut to the Étang de Fouché

On our little short cut


Then we were in open country again and in due course found ourselves on a proper road, the D171, which descended towards the river Arroux, a couple of kilometres upstream from the village of Arnay-le-Duc that we were heading for.

We could see from the map that the road way was much longer than it needed to be, as there was a path marked which (if it existed) would cut off a sharp corner and take us straight to the camping ground. So it was gratifying when this path duly appeared, weaving down through a strip of forest.

We began to hear voices, which we thought were other walkers, or picnickers nearby, but we saw no-one until we came out suddenly at a large lake full of waterlilies, with a footbridge conveniently straight ahead (this was the Étang de Fouché).

Walking in France: Crossing the Étang de Fouché

Crossing the Étang de Fouché

In the distance, at the other end of the lake, we saw a great crowd of people milling about in a sports field, the source of the chatter that we had heard.

Once over the footbridge, we followed the path along the lake edge until we came to the camping ground, and eventually to the entrance, which was right next to the sports carnival.

The large reception building was open but unoccupied, so we wandered past it and chose a hedged enclosure with a good cover of grass.


It was already 12:30 pm and we wanted to have lunch in town, so we hastily put up the tent, dumped our packs and hurried off. Ten minutes later we were at the ring road of the village, looking at a tall old white-painted building proclaiming itself the Hotel du Dauphiné – Bar Restaurant.

Walking in France: Lunch at the Hotel du Dauphiné, Arnay-le-Duc

Lunch at the Hotel du Dauphiné

We went inside but it did not look like a restaurant at all. It turned out that the restaurant was in a separate plain flat-roofed building, across a lane at the side.

Inside it was a busy scene, with families enjoying multi-course Sunday lunches. A group of English-speaking cyclists wanted to be served outside in the lane, as they were worried that their bikes would be stolen, but madame politely declined and they had to eat indoors. We had no such worries, as we had our means of locomotion with us, tucked under the table.

We examined the menu with interest, but as we intended to eat out again in the evening, we confined ourselves to a single course for lunch.

Walking in France: Salade au chèvre chaud

Salade au chèvre chaud

Keith, predictably, had a salade au chèvre chaud, while I had a ham and mozzarella salad. A basket of bread and a carafe of wine rounded out this little treat.

Walking in France: Ham and mozzarella salad

Ham and mozzarella salad


As the Hotel du Dauphiné would not be open in the evening, we asked the advice of our hostess, and she suggested that we walk around the ring road as far as the Logis hotel, and then go up and have a look at the top of the town.

We did this, finding no joy at the Logis (breathtakingly expensive, fawning waiters), but at the top of the town it was much more to our liking. The streets dangled downward from the central square like threads of a rather messy spider’s web, and there were many charming towers and turrets sprouting from the rooftops. The Office of Tourism occupied what looked like a fairy castle.

Walking in France: Installed in the Arnay-le-Duc camping ground

Installed in the Arnay-le-Duc camping ground

Almost face to face across the square we found a bar (le Café de la Place) and a restaurant (le Café du Nord).

We went in to the Café du Nord and found that it would be open this evening, prompting Keith to lean over the counter and shake the hand of the surprised waitress (it is often hard to get a meal on Sunday nights).

We booked a table, then retired to the camping ground, had showers, did our washing, and stretched out on our mattresses for an afternoon doze. This was not at all disturbed by the constant excited babble of the children at the sports field nearby – in fact we found it restful.

Walking in France: The Café du Nord, Arnay-le-Duc

The Café du Nord

When we set off to town in the evening, the camping reception building was still empty, which was odd, as it was a private, not a municipal, establishment. In the end we never managed to pay for this night’s accommodation.

Crossing the bridge over the Arroux reminded us that, like many other places in France during the Revolution, the good burghers of Arnay-le-Duc had seen fit to change their aristocratic-sounding name for the duration, becoming Arnay-sur-Arroux until it was safe to revert.

The Café du Nord, an old house with shuttered windows, occupied a sharp corner between two roads radiating from the upper square. The footpath at the front had a little apron of flowers, which gave the place a child-like air.

Walking in France: The Café du Nord's menu

The Café du Nord’s menu

Inside it was like a big schoolroom, furnished rather plainly, with a bare floor and hard wooden chairs and tables. The place mats looked as if they were really teatowels, the cutlery was mismatched, the faded linen serviettes were enclosed in assorted rings and the bread baskets were lined with handmade doilies.

The walls were covered with pictures, and there were large blackboards displaying the menu. We found it all delightful. The place was full of diners, whose cheerful chatter gave the room a lively atmosphere.

Walking in France: The plat du jour: beef sausage with mustard sauce, a vegetable purée and salad

The plat du jour: beef sausage with mustard sauce, a vegetable purée and salad


With the memory of our restaurant lunch still in our minds, we ordered a single dish each. Keith had the plat du jour, which was a huge beef sausage with mustard sauce, a vegetable purée and salad.

Walking in France: A grand assiette végétarienne

A grand assiette végétarienne


I took my chances with “grand assiette végétarienne”, which turned out to be a delicious assortment of salads, with quiche and a croquette of some sort.

Walking in France: And a tiramisu to finish

And a tiramisu to finish


That was all so lovely that Keith decided to have a tiramisu as a final flourish, and it came in a glass jar, with a sprig of mint sticking up like an emergent seedling.

It was all downhill to the camping ground after that, and as usual we slept like logs in our little green home.