Time has been moving way to fast, we’ve been counting down to our last days in France, and suddenly there are only days left. We’re finally making the big move back over the pond and I have to admit that my absence from the blog has been on the one hand because there has been so much to do to finalize things here, and on the other hand because I’ve felt like by avoiding the topic it would somehow stall time.
But, the days keep moving and we’ve had a last weekend to Paris, a last picnic on Lac Kir, the last wine tasting, the last nuit des musees, the last tea at Comptoir des Colonies, the last jog to the park, the last morning at the market. Every experience has been priceless, gorgeous time filled with incredible people and places; Dijon, Burgundy, and France will always hold a special place in my heart. Fingers crossed I’m back sooner than later. Merci, Dijon!
And, while I’m sad to think that Paris won’t be just a 3 hour drive away, that a bottle of Burgundy wine won’t be quite in the budget, Eric Fevre baguettes (the best in Dijon) and Pierre Hubert pastries (the best in the city!) will be a plane ride away, I am also so eager to go back to family and friends who’ve been too far away for too long, and back to enjoying all the things that have come to mean so much more to me since I’ve left. Nerves, tears, joy, sadness, excitement, suitcases…this beautiful journey continues.
The first weeks of my life in France my French was a bit rusty and I could pronounce only two drinks well – bière and cafe au lait- suffice it to say I spent my first week or two drinking one or the other. But, I kept noticing that the people at the tables around me were drinking some pretty little red drink served in a cognac glass- wanting to immerse myself completely in my new French life, I got out the guide book and started researching. The drink was a Kir, easy enough to pronounce, I finally tried one at a little terrace under the trees of lively Place Zola in Dijon. It was lovely-the taste a little like cranberry,tart and sweet, with a subtle kick of dry white wine.
It turns out the Kir is Dijon’s specialty cocktail, made famous by Dijon’s most famous mayor Félix Kir (the local lake is named after him too). The Kir is a blend of Creme de Cassis, black-currant liquor from Dijon, and white wine, usually an Aligote from Burgundy. Fresh, sweet, tart, pretty and so easy, it’s my go to drink for practicing that perfect nonchalant at the local cafe pose.
Be sure to order a Kir for happy hour in Dijon or anywhere else in France…and if you’ve got something to celebrate (Valentine’s day, perhaps?) make it a Kir Royale-Creme de Cassis and Champagne, mais oui!
What’s your favorite French cocktail?
(Image via Hospices-Beaune)
The cutest toy shop I’ve ever seen tucked in the arcades of Dijon’s oldest street. What kid wouldn’t want to spend hours inside? Filled with painted wooden toys, puppets, Tin Tin figures and old-fashioned race cars, I’m pretty sure Santa’s elves work in the back.
Le Baldaquin, 13 Rue Verrerie, Dijon