There were some amazing houses to gawk at. We didn't visit any of the wine tasting places, as I figured the prices would be more than we were prepared to pay.
Our first night we ate at the restaurant and were given a free glass of wine. It was supposedly Vin de Campsite and was very nice. However Bill bought some Vin de Campsite, as the name amused him, and what we brought home was nothing like what they served.
I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and say perhaps it didn't travel well.
What we didn't buy from the campsite shop we cycled the mile or so into Meursault to the convenience store and bought: fruit, veg, wine, sausages, cheese.
Bill was keen to enjoy the French food on offer as opposed to the tinned goods I brought.
Our camping site was at the end of a terrace that gave us tremendous views.
However, the Mistral threatened to blow us away the first couple of days. Luckily, it completely disappeared and all was peaceful after that.
Experiencing Le Mistral firsthand reminded me a lot of growing up in Oklahoma.
We looked in the windows of several estate agents and found any number of flats or small houses that sounded reasonably priced, but we'd already decided not to go that route.
There two things I'm sure I will always remember about our stay in Meursault. One is having eaten escargot and lived to tell the tale. Once I got used to the chewy texture, the flavour was quite nice. I confess to having gobbled them down and then taken the photo, as I didn't want to risk having to eat them cold!