A lot of events happened during my tumultuous first week back in Dijon (some of which may or may not work into a future post sometime soon), and, frankly, I don't know where to start!
...a public park named after Chanoine Félix Kir, a man the Dijonnais greatly admire. The memorial they have for him overlooks the wonderful hills!
As for the fake beach? Since Dijon is pretty much land-locked, "Dijon Plage" allows those who do not travel during the summer the opportunity to sunbathe in their bathing suits as if they were on a real beach.
(Coming from Miami, though, even I have to admit that Dijon Plage is a poor substitute for the real thing...and Miami Beach considerably geese-less, to boot.)
Erm, I think Pompon's bear is hungry. We'd better get a move on!
As we exit the park, we have a lovely view of all the traffic that is now plaguing Dijon's streets. In 2013, Dijon will install, for the third time in its history, a Tramway system.
This means that the normal bumper-to-bumper traffic has now become slower than the snails eaten in la Bourgogne.
Also known as the Arc de Triomphe, la Porte Guillaume is the *official* entrance to Dijon's Rue de la Liberté (Liberty Street). This street marks the date the Dijonnais were liberated by the First French Army back on September 11th, 1944.
La Porte Guillaume also attracts several of Dijon's most notable feature: the Divia buses!
Cathédrale de St-Bénigne
Just before we take a walk down Liberty Street, we shall make a right turn and head straight to the varnished-tile covered cathedral!
Varnished-tile roofs are typical of la Bourgogne architecture, by the way. The tiles have to be replaced every 300 years.
Now let's go inside to admire the magnificent organ...
Rue de la Liberté
On a rather rare occasion, we enter Liberty Street to see that Burgundy's flags are held aloft and waving!
There are several shops lining this street.
Such as Mulot & Petitjean.
This is where the famous (at least in Dijon) pain d'epices and nonnettes are fabricated! They are just edible bits of culinary heaven...
And the window display is cute to boot!
Other stores include Galeries Lafayette (France's Macy's)...
A shop dedicated to Maille mustard...
...even a McDonald's. The damned burgers are truly everywhere.
Square François Rude
Here is one of my favorite spots in Dijon's Centre Ville. The building with red stripes, in the colombage style, is actually a restaurant. Mom and I ate there last year.
The public square also has a carrousel for the kiddies.
And a fountain with a statue of a mighty naked guy surveying the kids as they ride the carrousel.
(Well, he's supposed to be crushing grapes with his feet, but I think he needs a little more garment to cover his person.)
Notre Dame de Dijon and La Chouette
What fascinates me about this church is that it has a couple significant objects that pertain to the town's culture.
First, there is the Jacquemart, a clock-statue that was stolen from the Belgians in 1382.
And, most notably, the Chouette, the owlet, which is also the symbol of Dijon.
This is not the actual Chouette; these are the signs and triangles which point you in the direction of famous places to visit should you want to do a self-tour.
It may not look like much, but by Dijonnaise tradition, the Chouette will grant you a wish if you stroke it with your left hand. It has to be the LEFT hand because it is the one closer to your heart. I always ask for love, whether it will come from a friend, a relative or even a complete stranger. ^.^
Palais des Ducs
A bunch of drunk students! Ooh. Ahh.
I also decided to take the "Do You Hear Well?" test. Ever since I stepped on French soil, I think I've had a problem with my ears. Like, I just have a hard time understanding words and sounds. I figured that it was for my benefit...
Question 1: "Do you often make people repeat what they say to you?"
Question 2: "Do you often raise the volume on your T.V.?"
Question 3: "Do you have to concentrate to follow a multiple-person conversation?"
Um, yes. I do. o_O
Conclusion: Either I have a hearing problem, or I speak French as a second language.
Barb the French Bean