We arrived at the town of Beaune, and we had lunch at a small cafe/diner. The sun came out and it was warm out but slightly breezy so we sat inside at a booth. On the road between Dijon and Beaune, we passed through numerous tiny towns/villages along the “Route des Grands Crus” nestled within acre after acre of vineyards. Once, we stopped and got out to take pictures, where the sun was warm and there were sounds of birds everywhere. The air smelled of fresh earth and living things, something I haven’t smelled since last summer in Canada, and everything was still. We saw a couple of big mansions here and there among the fields and villages as well.
At this diner, I was able to practice my French on the lady serving us. She was curious about us, since we were Asian and foreigners and I was oddly able to somewhat converse in French. We ordered food to share, so when she brought the plate of salad, she gave us 3 forks. Then I was like, “Est-ce qu’on peut avoir des petites assiettes?” And she stared at me like O_o. And then I was like, “Er...nous voulons partager?” And she was like, “Mais vous avez une assiette?!?”indicating the salad plate. Finally I got her to understand that I wanted “les autres assiettes” so it was all cool.
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| the famous boeuf bourguignon |
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