I took the train an hour from Paris, to Dijon, where I stayed a few days before setting off on a long walk along the Canal de Bourgogne, the Burgundy Canal.
I walked from Dijon-Ville Station to my hotel on the Rue des Fleurs, then continued on, my goal the medieval center of the city. But along the way I made a detour to pass the market and it soon became clear the old town would have to wait another day.
Surrounded by narrow streets with restaurants and food vendors, who display their wares in front of their shops on market days, Dijon Les Halles is a cathedral of food. The beautiful covered market building opened in 1875, built by none other than the great architectural engineer, Alexandre-Gustave Eiffel, who was born in Dijon.
And from the sublime to the mundane, for anyone who travels to see the wonders of Dijon, there’s a very nice little laundromat at the intersection, imaginatively called Place de la Banque, right around the corner from Les Halle. I spent a very pleasant couple of hours there, doing my laundry and chatting with locals, after my canal walk.
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