I had to cut down the number of pictures for this post by more than half, and there’s still a lot, so I’m sort of of sorry in advance – but not really because Dijon was so beautiful that I had to share it all.
It was harvest season so there were hundreds of people out in the fields picking grapes – a lot of people see it as a sort of pilgrimage to do this in this area…but as my dad said: why would you pick someone elses’ grapes when you could just drink them?
And then we made it to Dijon! And we didn’t even get too lost coming into the city, which felt like quite an achievement believe me. Dijon isn’t just where that mustard comes from, it’s quite an important place in France hosting many of the country’s top fairs and international shows. It was also the home to the Duke of Burgundy for many years, and the palace still remains in the city today. It has a varied history, being under siege from the Swiss in 1513 and occupied by Nazi Germany in World War II – we actually went to a little show celebrating an anniversary of being liberated from this occupation. History lesson over, but you want to find out more here‘s a link.
The owl is the mascot of Dijon and these little arrows lined the streets to show a path around Dijon going past all of the imporant buildings and cathedrals (there are a lot of cathedrals and churches and all that kind of thing – and they’re all so beautiful).
The palace in the Place de la Liberation
Got some drinks in a little square that we found. This is a Rose cider, which I’d never seen before but actually really enjoyed.
We found another square and decided to get something eat, this was the restaurant that we chose, and had some pizza. I had an amazing salmon, creme fraise and onion pizza and it was so good, but I couldn’t finish it (and I mean we’re talking about pizza here…)!