day 65

last day in burgundy started with having breakfast in dijon - the mustard capital of the universe - where we were seated next to this portly young man smoking up a storm and drinking beer at 9am. we were only envious for a short minute though as the day held mustard tasting poured on tap, medieval towns, an active abbey since the 8th C and perhaps some more wine tasting. some of my favourite things...

day 64

still in bugundy and after a morning strolling in between phesants with their feathers still on, cheeses by the truck load and meats that were unrecognisable, we decided to go to one of the famous wine caves.

while the english word cave is grotte in french, and the french word cave simply means cellar for us, the dampness, cobwebs and black widows guarding the entrances, meant these words clearly overlapped.
while the caves (and their owners) were freaky, the wine was delightful...

day 63

we went to burgundy for a few days and did some of my favourite things...
goat's cheese wrapped in proscuiutto, garlic snails in butter and a new cheese to accompany each wine.