I am here this weekend after all...what with a combination of Lily being sick again , a snowstorm and being just plain pooped from house hunting non stop...it just seemed just too good to cancel my ticket and stay at home. So I did.
On my way home from Hanover on Tuesday, Dijon and the area experienced an uncharacteristic snowfall...which typically brings the city to a standstill.
The train home from Paris took 5 hours instead of 1 1/2 due to the snow which was a little exasperating especially since I ran out of book after an hour or so. So instead of arriving home at 9 ish the train pulled in at midnight.
Dijon was shrouded in a beautiful cloak of midnight light and a lacy haze of snow, and the streets were so greasy with ice and snow and the line up for cabs was at least an hour long, so I decided to bundle up and walk. I always LOVE being out in crazy inclement weather, usually because I am the only one out there. It was hard going in the unploughed streets dragging my bag through the thick snow but I could not resist stopping to take some photos.
The Palais Des Ducs de Bourgogne shrouded in snow.
When I arrived Home TBG had a nice cosy fire to curl up by and a warm drink....Ahhhh...good to be home.