Dijon is undergoing major road works, or tram works, at the moment. The new tram lines are being laid and the traffic is chaotic. Each week there is a page in the newspaper, which tells the locals what diversions etc. will be in place for that week.
Everywhere there are yellow signs, leading the populace on what seem like wild goose chases, but which do in fact take you to where you want to go, eventually. It was almost as bad in Montpellier, where they were buildng another, third line. But the work is far more extensive here.
It will be wonderful when it is all finished. With shocking pink trams I gather, hence the pink barriers.
I found my way to the market, which is held in the heart of the old city, in and around Les Halles. A grand covered market, surrounded by other yummy stalls on Tuesday mornings. As always, I could not resist buying something. I seem to have a fetish for scarves at the moment. At least they are light to carry. My baggage is exactly that, baggage I could largely do without!
I am told there are over 400 types of cheese in France, maybe it is 4000! It seems so. and they are all delicious, at least the ones I have tried. Cheese comes either before or after dessert, depending on where you are.
Always with a chunk of bread and washed down with fine red wine. Superb!
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