Today is our last morning in Dijon, which means it may well be our last ever day in France. In a way, we are saddened, because we really love France, and sometimes even the French. The French can be a very temperamental people. At their best, they are warm and inviting; at their worst, cold and indifferent. Of course, generalisations can be used against any group of people and must not be taken too seriously. However, there do seem to be some cultural norms and behaviours which, rightly or wrongly, we tend to ascribe to different nationalities. But, get to know them, and the French are very hospitable.
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| Inside our loft apartment, our home for the past three days. |
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| Even higher up to our bedroom |
Last night we ventured out for an evening meal of beef bourguignon, the local favourite in this region. After walking a fair way, we eventually settled on a little cafe cum bistro cum bar situated in the Place de la Liberation. We didn't have very high hopes for it, but we were wrong. For some unknown reason, we were lavished with attention, which included an offering of free charcuterie, presumably because we had been waiting too long (which we hadn't) and crusty bread. When the meal did arrive it was beautifully prepared, the beef falling apart as it should and the gravy rich with red wine and onions.
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| Our meal from last night, served with homemade pasta. |
We will be sad to leave Dijon. We think it may well be our favourite place thus far; we even said to each other this morning as we walked to our favourite patisserie for morning tea that we could probably live here. It is small enough and rural enough to have a nice community atmosphere, but large enough to offer everything anybody could need. It is, quite simply, a gem. The sort of place a wise old owl would chose to live.
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| The view from our window; who wouldn't miss this. |
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