Dijon all lit up

As early evening came we wandered along the cobbled streets and through the stalls of the Christmas market. They were spread out all along the Rue de La Liberté. As we walked, we discovered little pockets of festivity, with carousels, market stalls or people selling sweet treats to enjoy.

The smell of vin chaud kept drifting on the rather chilly evening air. Brian had put his thermals on, and was feeling rather toasty and pleased with himself. I had my thermal coat and my red beret, so we were both very cosy from the cold.

The street and its decorations were looking rather delightful, such care and thought displayed. The main tree, in the Place de La Libération, was made up of lots of smaller trees, all arranged to create the effect of a much larger, natural tree. There was a sign nearby describing that after the festive season, the trees would be chipped and put onto the green open spaces to help protect the gardens.

As we wandered very slowly back to the hotel, to get ready for our dinner, we couldn’t help but muse over the window displays.

A chocolate shop with its darling little egg-like figures on skis, and egg shaped cable cars stretching across the scene. Hundreds of little cotton balls were hung on wire to depict the snow. Truly adorable.