Just south of Dijon is the Cote d'Or, which produces some of France's most famous wines. We took a short driving tour on Sunday morning of the area, stopping in this small town to walk a bit among the sleeping grapes. No wine tasting for us since it was Sunday and most things are closed, but Eliot probably would not have enjoyed wine tasting anyway. I was kind of surprised how close to a major road these vineyards are. I wonder if the volatile organics emissions from the cars flavor the grapes? I will never look at things like this the same way again after working in the air quality field.
This is the town square of the largest Cote d'Or town we stopped in, Nuit St Georges. Eliot liked circling the statue and pushing on the bushes. Apparently, a bottle of wine went from a vineyard near this town to the moon on an Apollo mission. It was Sunday, so everything was closed but one bakery. We needed food for lunch and it dawned on me that the one open bakery would probably close at noon. I hurried back to it and only to find that they were out of bread. They had plenty of chocolate tarts, but that was not what I wanted for lunch.... We ended up getting food at a well-stocked gas station. Good croissants, cheese, and some raisin bread for Eliot. Things I would not find at an American gas station. We continued on through much more interesting countryside than we passed in our journey to Dijon. Our next and last stop was Metz, subject of next post.
Just south of Dijon is the Cote d'Or, which produces some of France's most famous wines. We took a short driving tour on Sunday morning of the area, stopping in this small town to walk a bit among the sleeping grapes. No wine tasting for us since it was Sunday and most things are closed, but Eliot probably would not have enjoyed wine tasting anyway. I was kind of surprised how close to a major road these vineyards are. I wonder if the volatile organics emissions from the cars flavor the grapes? I will never look at things like this the same way again after working in the air quality field.
This is the town square of the largest Cote d'Or town we stopped in, Nuit St Georges. Eliot liked circling the statue and pushing on the bushes. Apparently, a bottle of wine went from a vineyard near this town to the moon on an Apollo mission. It was Sunday, so everything was closed but one bakery. We needed food for lunch and it dawned on me that the one open bakery would probably close at noon. I hurried back to it and only to find that they were out of bread. They had plenty of chocolate tarts, but that was not what I wanted for lunch.... We ended up getting food at a well-stocked gas station. Good croissants, cheese, and some raisin bread for Eliot. Things I would not find at an American gas station. We continued on through much more interesting countryside than we passed in our journey to Dijon. Our next and last stop was Metz, subject of next post. 
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