After the excellent repast of the previous evening (I am still salivating thinking of that boeuf Bourgignon!), I had a bit of a lie in on the morning of the 5th of May and awoke to a day that was much more climatically suited to me. Certainly it was not stunningly hot but at least it was dry and you could see the sun.
Perhaps somewhat oddly I still had the Al Stewart song “Night of the 4th of May” as an earworm. If you have happened upon this page randomly then please see the previous entry for an explanation of this.
Finally risen and showered in the excellent shower in my hotel, I took off again to have a look around town and a most charming town / city it proved to be (I am not sure of the exact designation). I found the place, whether it be town or city, to be absolutely delightful and noted that it must have been pretty well spared the ravages of the Second World War as there were still a lot of old buildings to be seen, apparently intact. If they have been restored then they have been attended to very well.
A day of doing not very much except enjoying a bit of much-needed sunshine, admiring a fine town / city and obviously a few beers (including an addition to my rather long list which was called all topped off with a plate of excellent (mostly) local mixed cheese. What more could a man want? Well, a little less garnish and perhaps a pickle or chutney would have been nice but I am splitting hairs here. I am not a rabbit!
Rather bizarrely, I did see on my travels a British pillarbox red telephone box and, to this day, I do not know how it had migrated here. I know it was British because of the crown on it but nobody seemed to be able to enlighten me as to how it came to land in central France.
After a very relaxing and pleasant day it was back to the hotel for another night in my very comfy bed.
Given my initial reluctance to travel (please see earlier entries in this journal for full details of why) I was sort of finding my “sea legs again” and starting to enjoy it. I had honestly thought that for reasons which I shall nor re-rehearse here that I had completely lost my appetite for travel, indeed for life generally but I was very slowly and gradually getting back into Fergy “road warrior” mode.
A decent day in all senses of the word and accompanied here by a few images to indicate how delightful Dijon is. I could not then, and still cannot, fathom how France had escaped my travel radar for so long,
More of Dijon and much else to come so stay tuned and spread the word.
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