We’d be remiss to be in Bourgogne and not stop at its capital, the exceedingly elegant Dijon. With Paris alternatively focused, Dijon offers a city experience without the Olympic crowds.
We’re fortunate to stay on the river with a path virtually to the city’s heart. There’s a kilometre or so through city traffic, although I must acknowledge that French drivers are very respectful of bike riders, giving us plenty of space when passing and waiting patiently behind when they can’t.
We tour the sights of course: the Cathedrale Saint Benigne, which has one of the most beautiful baptismal fonts (look at that glorious angel!) and seriously impressive funeral monuments.
One thing Dijon certainly has, is an endless choice of shopping with a Galleries Lafayette, endless boutiques and specialty stores including of course one specifically for its famous Maille mustard, produced here since 1747. Having spent the last 70 odd days in peaceful countryside, it’s all a bit overwhelming. To be confronted with endless retail and crowds takes some adjustment.
Himself rarely shops for wardrobe but makes an exception today, which is pleasing. Meanwhile, I make a rookie error in spotting a pair of shoes I adore but stupidly leave behind.
Our second days starts with rain necessitating a bus ride in – there’s a limit to how splashed I’m prepared to get. We explore a little further today, free of yesterday’s heat.
I’ve heard Dijon referred to as mini Paris and there’s an aspect of truth to it. It certainly has some of Paris’ Belle Epoque glamour, as seen in the Palais des Ducs and other grandly decorated buildings below.
Fortunately though, Dijon retains its medieval past with a series of streets proudly displaying half timbered colourful houses, now pressed into modern use.
The covered Les Halle’s market is sadly closed. I think we missed it the first time we were here too. Probably just as well. The larder is groaning after Beaune.
We see the Eglise Notre Dame at the city’s heart with its beautiful stained glass windows and ancient frescos. It’s an interesting design with a series of very differing facades.
Not for the first time, I have garden envy on spotting prolifically fruiting dwarf tomato in a florist. With curly leaves! I’d happily plant a whole row of these.
There’s funky art, including an enormous antique wooden squirrel, endless options to dine and drink and even a peaceful green oasis to take a moment’s respite.
In amongst it all, we manage a lunch where Himself actually orders a salad. Very out of character – perhaps I’d better check his temperature? Cesar for him, with chicken but I think I make a better choice with a burrata, basil and roasted vegetables. Roasted apricots for dessert. (Red tinge from the shade umbrella)
I’m still cross about those shoes though….😭😭😭
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