Why does every town have a different system of buying and using public transport tickets? Here in Dijon it's another version. It's difficult enough trying to find out the tram you need to go to.... well you don't really know where if you've only just arrived and only been here for a couple of hours. We tussle with the ticket machine and pay for two tickets. One comes out of the machine. On the tram ticket against the ticket reader, 1 accepted, try again for the second and a big NO. So I am travelling sans ticket. Good news the ticket police did not arrive, they were having a lock down earlier, according to a fellow bargee, on all trams, looking for fare dodgers. Problem now sorted by watching other passengers. We needed two separate tickets then we could zap one each. The system is 'intelligent' and knew the ticket had been zapped on that tram at that time. So you now have the knowledge if you come to Dijon.
Yes there is mustard. In fact there's lots.
Dijon's answer to a Nespresso shop.
Strange thing about 'Dijon' mustard is that almost all is not made in Dijon. It's made locally in Beaune where we were recently tasting Bourgogne wine. All very confusing. Mustard shops in abundance with cute mini beer pumps for sampling the many mustards with tiny baguette biscuits. Excellent.
Geoff sampling the delights of Edmond Fallet mustard.
Dijon seems a great city, lots to do and it might become our new adopted city for hivernage. We'll see.
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