Food and Tights-under-jeans Cold

Today, an excursion to Dijon. Yes, it is a place, a place de moutard if you will. Except we ate everything but moutard. First there was a wait in a cold train station…never done that before. Then a ride on the TGV, which is great. Once we arrived in Dijon we went to a restaurant in which we witnessed a little cooking demonstration. The French chef made these wonderful cheese scone-ish delights consisting of butter, water, flour, eggs, a pinch of salt and cheese. Watching the chef make them was probably the highlight of the whole day. After the demonstration(read in a French accent) we sat down to a 200 course meal; some plates and drinks included: hardboiled egg soaked in something on bread, shredded carrots, beef and green beans, crème a cassis, red wine, cheese, bread, white wine, poached pear and cassis ice cream. Even listing it is tedious—imagine the meal. Apres dejeuner we headed out to the streets of Dijon for a detailed tour of the town, which potentially could have been interesting. However, snow and weather below 20 degrees greeted us as we walked for almost 2 hours outside. Everyone was miserable. When that was finally done we all went our separate ways for café crème or chocolate chaud and then some of us braved walking outside the cafes for a little shopping. Somehow after returning to Paris a group of 6 of us had enough room in our stomachs for more food, and we actually went to a great sushi restaurant that was quite reasonable. Tomorrow we shall see qu’est-ce qu’il passe, but I can probably guarantee more cold and more eating.