Deja Vu in Dijon

Caveua de Mosigny. Chico was unimpressed - he crapped in the wine cellar

DIJON -- We pulled into Dijon late Tuesday afternoon and went straight to a hotel Toni and I had stayed in years ago - the Hotel Wilson (named for US President Woodrow and located conveniently on Place de Wilson - apparently the good people of the land of mustard have an enduring admiration and appreciation for our 28th president).

We enjoyed Dijon back then, and found it just as enjoyable and attractive this time around. It's in the heart of Burgundy, which is prime wine producing region and we sampled the local fare extensively, even stopping at a vineyard called Caveau de Mosigny, which Hubert highly recommend (he even thought he might know someone who used to work there but the manager on duty surmised the guy must have died years ago since Hubert met him in the 1970s and he was pushing 70 then). Dinner that night at an aptly-named place called L'escargot, which is another staple of the Burgundy economy, and we feasted on that local delicacy as well.