:: Wednesday, 27 September 2006 ::
WOGFROG06 DAY 12 CLERMONT-FERRAND TO DIJON
Okay. Outta Clermont-Ferrand and O. Mo. Go.
I shit you not.
Chateaux Frickin' Billy.
Closed Mardi, natch. But that's okeedoke with me. I know a Good Doctor who makes a wee table wine called "Good Morning Billy". Apparently undrinkable. I believe the Chateaux is prolly unliveable. Synchronicity, n'est pas?
Another terrific day of driving, and finally some
saw some A-grade French Beef.
Everywhere that beef is on the menu the French go to great pains to declare that the beef is French, and local and the abbattoir is local and French and all that.
You can see why they are so particular about it.
So Dijon for the Mustard.
Regrettably, unlike the Americains, they do not make their mustard available in superparge jug sizes. I had really wanted to buy a superhuge jug of the stuff to use as a kind of scale against the mazda, but sadly not to be.
What Dijon does have is dogs and dog shit by the kilogramoko.
Utilise the Sac, Peoples!
It also has lovely coloured rooftops.
A very pretty town, the capital of Burgundy, or the Bourgogne, as the French are want to call it 9with their different words for everything, hat tip Steve Martin).
Plus it has the Rampant Coloured Cockerell of the Poste & telegraph & Phones.
I always celebrate communication technology with big proud chickens. Nice to others do so too.
So, tomorrow, orf thru' a forest. Do check in.
:: WB 12:18 pm [link+] ::