Burgundy in Burgundy

So here's me drinking wine, on the street, straight from the bottle. I'm going to hashtag this one classy. Admittedly though it's a rather nice street in the lovely French town of Dijon, capital of the Burgundy region. So that's a bit less un-classy, maybe?

You can tell it's a street in Dijon by the plaque with the little owl, marking the waypoints of the tourist walking tour round the town. A lovely way to see the place, though electronic methods (i.e. the app) have somewhat taken over (perhaps you could Google street view your way around a virtual tour?) and perhaps a nice place to pause as you hurry back to the train station, ending your day trip and sumptuous lunch... to pause and quickly scull a small bottle of this and take a photo.

Like most of the posts lately this one has me saying something like oh yeah, they've been doing wine (insert food name here) like forever in Burgundy (insert place name here). Yeah, since the second century or there abouts though I'm not for sure it was necessarily even reds, and probably it wasn't even technically the Burgonians but instead the Celts.

The place does have an interesting ancient history, which is also - as is convenient should you be one of my readers who likes to eat or drink along with the story - available for your consumption as a story of manageable length and conciseness.

Ironically though, the full story of the rise of the fame of the wine itself is somewhat longer... Though admittedly suited to those more inclined to sit and sip a nice glass or red while reading a good read rather than a quick quaff. To whet your appetite the fame of Burgundy while, eclipsed as it is by Champagne is still considerable and perhaps owes something to the fame of that most famous of wines, as well as to, ironically, being inland and it's wine produce being hard to get and in smaller batches.

Travel can indeed be thirsty work, as you saw from my photo for this entry.