The 4-14 Festival has come and gone, but the memories remain. I'll be posting photographs of this great weekend in Dijon over the next few days. (Click on the photos to enlarge them.)
In the meantime, here's a picture of me (in the blue slacks, on the left) waiting at the Gare de Lyon for the TGV to take us to Dijon. The train was 20 minutes late, as the photo of the departure board will attest.
The important thing is that my wife, Monique, and I got there with only a short delay, checked into our hotel, and got over to the central market for some great food and to the bandstand at the nearby place François Rude for some great music.