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Favorite Dijon Boulangeries (Interactive Map)

Dijon is a great town for bread, and I wanted to know where to find the best of it. So I asked the Expats in Dijon Facebook group, and you delivered. The boulangeries below are the result of that poll.

A big thank you to everyone who voted: Joan, Francoise, Krizel, Ashley, Kim, Kn, Heather, Jeff B, Kathy, Kevin, Charlotte, Nick, Doug, Gaëtan and Christine.

My own favorite is Boulangerie Buffon. It’s in my neighborhood, which counts for a lot when you’re buying bread every day, and it also received the most votes in the poll.

Tap a pin (or a name below) for the address, phone number and website.

11Boulangerie Pâtisserie Fremont

On pedestrian Rue Verrerie in the medieval old town, with good pastries and gluten-free bread.

Opening hours change, so check before you go.

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Petit à Petit Around Mont Blanc

It was our third day on the Tour du Mont Blanc. We had hiked into Italy that morning, watching a herd of ibex lollygagging at Col de la Seigne, while Paul strummed his ukulele. Working our way toward Courmeyeur, we stopped at Rifugio Elizabeta for lunch — a cold Moretti and a hot bowl of pasta — all in the shadow of Mont Blanc, the highest mountain in Western Europe. And it struck me. This wasn’t a typical backpacking trip. This was more like glampacking in Spritz-erland.

Sausage and polenta for lunch as Rifugio Elizabeta in Italy

How did this all come about?

Originally, the Tour de Mont Blanc (TMB) wasn’t even on my radar for 2026. Moving to France in May, I figured we’d be busy enough finding an apartment, getting settled in and learning about Dijon. Most people hike the TMB from refuge to refuge, and reservations for 2026 opened in October 2025 and fill up well in advance. In my mind, 2027 would be the earliest option.

As it turned out, I saw a post in a TMB group on Facebook from a guy in California named Jon, who had two sets of two bookings for an 8-day itinerary that he couldn’t use and was looking to sell. It was an aggressive, 8-day itinerary in August. I just needed to find one person crazy enough to jump in and join me.

Paul and I have met, but never hiked. We are both from Southern California, where we share a number of backpacking friends in common (Jason, Ric, Derek, Adam, etc.). Though we had never hiked together, we did share one key thing in common. We had both moved to France. The Venn diagram that represented ‘SoCal backpacking friends’ and ‘currently living in France’ intersected at the two of us.

Hiking the TMB with Paul was a pleasure. I picked up new French phrases as we hiked. Pas mal (when taking in an amazing view, or sipping on a cold beer at a refuge). Petit à petit as I paced myself up another big climb over a col. His pace was about 10 years younger than mine, and oftentimes he’d reach the next refuge before me, with a cold beverage ready when I finally arrived. Pas mal, indeed!

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to Jen and Priscilla. They had picked up Jon’s other pair of reservations, and we crossed paths at most of the refuges. These young women brought positive energy to the TMB, and it was great to break bread together along the way.

Day 1 – Pleasure Mixed with Pain

The first day was tough. I realized that my stair master training at the gym might not have been adequate. I had climbed Mount Kilimanjaro back in January, but my fitness level had dropped since then. Assembling IKEA cabinets isn’t the same as repeatedly hiking Black Butte from the lower trailhead.

That first day, we ended up climbing 5,072 feet (1546 meters over 21 kilometers). Most people stop in or near Les Contamines on Day 1, but we continued on, climbing well off the TMB proper to the amazing Refuge des Prés. It was hot. The day was long. But we made it to the refuge, where a hot shower and meal (and calf compression sleeves) made everything a little better. Our biggest climb of the itinerary was finished. The remaining days would consist of climbs closer to 3000 feet (~914 meters).

Adaptation

In the past, I’ve strived to hike THE trail, whatever that trail might be. My wife Joan got a taste of this the first time we backpacked the Trans-Catalina Trail. Picking up our permit at the Conservancy office in Avalon, the helpful person told us of a “short cut” that would shave about six miles off the trail. Joan liked the sound of that, but I’d have none of it. I was determined to hike the entire trail.

That ideology still lives somewhere in the recesses of my psyche, though it’s mellowed with time. This trek on the TMB proved that adaptation was not a compromise, but an essential element to a successful trek.

Going in, we planned to take a bus from Courmayeur up the valley to Arnuova, where we would hike over the Grand Col and down to La Fouly. Not the purist route, but an adaptation that suited our schedule and turned Day Four from a true leg-killer into another enjoyable day on the trail.

The biggest adaptation? The food along each day. On Day Two we stopped at Fromage Beaufort for a tour of their cheese cellar and a sampling of their wares. Each day we had the opportunity to break for lunch at a different refuge, complete with a cold beer and a hot meal. I’ve never eaten so well on the trail, and it’s one adaptation that was easy to embrace.

Day 8 — the day we planned to finish the TMB — we made a game day call to skip straight to Chamonix. Thunderstorms were forecast for the morning and the afternoon, and the prospect of climbing the Grand Balcon with no views of Mont Blanc in potentially dangerous conditions didn’t sound nearly as attractive as a final night in a hotel, a hot shower and a burger somewhere in town. This was the most difficult adaptation for me, but I consoled myself with the thought that I could easily return and hike it another time. C’est la vie!

As it turns out, I’ll be returning to Chamonix next week to hike the Grand Balcon, this time bringing Joan and our two labradoodles as well. Just one of the many perks of living in Dijon — we’re just a 3 hour drive from Chamonix.

I’ll be writing up more day-by-day details on the Tour du Mont Blanc over at SoCalHiker later this month. If you’ve got questions about my TMB experience, drop a comment below.

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Three Months In: What If It All Works Out?

Three and a half months ago, Joan and I landed in France with two dogs, two carts full of suitcases, and a dream of what the next chapter would look like.

That sentence feels strange to write. Three months fly by in the blink of an eye. Yet it also feels so long ago. When I try to picture our life in Bend just before we left — the townhome, the familiar drive to the trailhead, the routines we didn’t even notice we had — it feels much more distant than the pages of our wall calendar have measured.

Bend, before

It’s not about time. It’s about how much has had to change for Dijon to start feeling like our life instead of an extended vacation.

The Part Nobody Warns You About

Here’s the honest truth: it hasn’t all been easy. The hardest thing for me has been the phone. Not French bureaucracy in the abstract — I expected that — but the specific, small-scale stress of a French number I don’t recognize lighting up my screen, and having maybe three seconds to decide whether I can handle whatever is about to be said to me faster than I can think in a second language. Emails I can slow down, translate, and reread. A phone call doesn’t wait for me. It’s a strange kind of stress — not dramatic, just persistent — and it’s become one of our clearest goals here: get better at French, not someday, but soon, specifically so those calls stop feeling like a small emergency every time.

That’s the part of “moving abroad” that doesn’t photograph well. Nobody posts a story about standing in their apartment staring at a ringing phone. But it’s real, and it’s probably the truest measure of how far we still have to go.

At the Same Time — It Has All Worked Out

Here’s the other half of it, and it’s the half I keep coming back to: so far, every single hard thing has resolved. Not always quickly, and not always the way we expected, but it has worked out. #Whatifitallworksout isn’t a slogan I’m using loosely — it’s become something closer to a working hypothesis that keeps getting confirmed one day at a time.

Petit à petit (little by little)

Early on, we found a genuinely great apartment, and (thankfully) it has air conditioning, which summer felt less like a luxury and more like a small miracle of foresight. We’ve had five canicules (heat domes) this summer and I want to be precise about that, because it’s not just us being dramatic newcomers: this July was, nationally, the hottest July France has recorded since records began, edging out the previous records set in 2003 and 2006. A “normal” French summer sees maybe one heatwave, occasionally two. We’ve had five. We’re grateful, almost daily, for an apartment with air conditioning.

The apartment itself has finally come together. The furniture is arranged, the artwork is hung, and the list of what’s left is down to bits and bobs rather than big decisions. Walking into a home that actually looks and feels finished, after months of boxes and temporary arrangements, has done more for our sense of being settled here than almost anything else.

What’s Actually Making This Feel Like Home

It’s not any single thing — it’s the accumulation. It’s the food, which has been extraordinary in a way that still catches me off guard on an ordinary Tuesday. It’s centre-ville: the architecture, the impossibly old streets, the sheer pleasure of being able to walk to nearly everything we need. Bend was walkable in its own way, but this is a different kind of walkable — layered with centuries instead of decades.

It’s also the people. We’ve been lucky to build real friendships with other English-speaking expats here — Rhonda, Doug, Amy, Rebecca, Heather, Christine, and others — and there’s a particular relief in having people nearby who understand exactly what this transition is like, because they’re living it too, or already have.

We haven’t traveled much yet, if I’m honest — mostly a day trip to Arbois for some hiking in the Jura Mountains, which was a beautiful reminder of why we wanted a life with more of this in it. But that’s beginning to change. Last week I completed an eight-day trek on the Tour du Mont Blanc, and we’ve already got more travel lined up for September, October, and November. Three months of settling in is about to give way to three months of actually using what we settled into.

If You’re Waiting for a Sign

If there’s a version of this post that’s for someone besides us — for whoever’s reading this while quietly turning over their own scary idea — it’s this: the phone calls don’t stop being hard because you waited until you felt ready. They get less hard because you did the thing, and then you kept going, one imperfect step after another.

Un pas après l’autre (one step after another)

We didn’t have this figured out three months and two days ago. We still don’t have all of it figured out now. But it has worked out, again and again, in the specific unglamorous way that only becomes clear in hindsight — a signed lease, a working AC unit, hung artwork, new friends, and small victories in expanding my French language skills. If you’re waiting for the moment it stops feeling uncertain before you start, I don’t think that moment arrives on any schedule. You start, and work it out along the way.

Onward — to the next three months!

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What if…?

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I saw this writing prompt today and immediately knew what quote I’d share, even if it’s not strictly a quote, or at least one attributable to some wise wordsmith. Maybe it’s more of a credo or a mantra. I know for Joan and I during this change in out lives have leaned on this repeatedly.

What if it all works out?

Selling everything, pulling up roots and moving to a new country is not for the faint of heart. The architecture may be charming. The food and wine can be amazing. But the effort required to start anew in a different country, particularly when you don’t speak the language, is non-trivial.

It’s easy to dwell on the enormity of the task — learning a new language, navigation a different culture, working through a bureaucracy that runs (walks) at a pace that demands deep breathes and patience.

It’s easy to worry over what might go wrong. What if our visas aren’t approved? What if we can’t find a suitable apartment? What if we struggle to set up utilities, or buy groceries, or get a haircut?

And so, our mantra during this transition has been a different kind of ‘what if.’

What if it all works out?

The statement doesn’t mean blindly wishing for smooth sailing, but acknowledges that everything working out is a very real option. It may test us and exercise muscles that have been dormant, but (knock on wood) it’s working out.

We got our visas. The dogs made it to France safely and have adjusted nicely to life here. We found a great apartment (with A/C!), and have made friends with other expats. We’re settled into our place, and now building new routines that include which market to visit, and when to get baguettes at our favorite boulangère.

We’re now setting our sights on travel plans, including hiking the Tour du Mont Blanc, our first trip to Estonia and Finland, and some time in western France in a language immersion program. It feels very much like the chapter on moving to France is coming to a close, and we’re starting the next chapter.

What if it all works out?

There’s always the chance that something doesn’t work out. We may have to adjust our plans or correct our course. But this mantra has been really helpful for keeping us moving forward.

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Why Dijon, France?

This is a question we’ve been asked many times, including this comment from one of the travelers on our Iceland trip last year (and repeat Six-Pack of Peaks challenger) Amy, who wrote:

 I’d love to hear more about why/how you chose France vs Spain, Portugal, or Italy and what was your process for figuring out which city to move to within France. Also, did you do all of your own research or did you use a service to help steer you along the way?

First a little background. We have lived overseas once before, when Joan worked for an international school in Seoul, South Korea. It was a great experience and a very easy transition. At the school, we had a built-in community of English-speaking expats from around the world, and Seoul is a modern city with all of the modern conveniences you would expect — a great public transit system, every kind of cuisine you can imagine. It was different, yet familiar.

We’ve always talked about living in Europe at some point, but due to work obligations, it always felt like more of a “someday” dream — more concept than concrete.

That perspective shifted as I looked at retirement and began to think that maybe the time was right.

Initially, we didn’t settle on Dijon or even France. We just loved the idea of living in Europe and the ease of traveling and experiencing so many different countries so easily. I saw a news story of a village on Sardinia offering the infamous 1 euro house deal and imagined what it would be like to refurbish an ancient home in a small, remote village. That seemed a bit too remote and far removed for our tastes, but it did get me thinking about how close other places in Europe are, and how easy it would be to travel to the UK, Spain, Italy, the Netherlands and more.

At this point the algorithm kicked in and started suggesting content. We learned about an expat couple that moved from Missouri to Albania, and followed that rabbit hole. Joan had a friend who moved to Portugal, and so we did some research on that (many of the doors are closing there).

Then on October 26, 2025 we watched this video from Amelia and JP Abroad on their 10 favorite retirement spots. They listed cities across the world, but Dijon, France piqued our interest. It seemed to have the right mixture of history, vibrant culture and modernity

From that, the algorithm suggested Suzi from Fired Up in France. Suzi is an American expat who has been living in Dijon for 17 years, and has a great channel with a lot of content for people curious about moving to France in general, and Dijon in particular.

This kicked off more research, learning about moving to France and getting to know the city of Dijon.

There are many wonderful things about France, and one of the financial elements that tips the scale is their favorable tax treaty with the U.S.. We still file and pay income taxes in the U.S., but don’t get double taxed in France — not true for all countries.

As for where in France, there are many wonderful cities, towns and villages to choose from. For us, we liked the climate of Dijon — very similar to what we experienced in Bend, Oregon, but with slightly warmer winters and slightly cooler summers. We didn’t want hot and sunny, but we also wanted more than a village — something where we could immerse ourselves in French culture, history, food and wine but also enjoy great public transportation, excellent walkability (Dijon has entire sections of centre-ville that are pedestrian-only), and good cost of living (about 30% lower than Bend, Oregon).

Dijon is located roughly 1 hour 40 minutes from Paris by high-speed rail, and we have excellent high-speed rail connections that can get us throughout Europe. Plus, most of the trains allow dogs, which is important for our two labradoodles.

Once we decided on the move, we enlisted help from two companies. Daniel Tostado Avocats helped us with our long-stay visitor visas. These allow us to establish residency in France, but there is a fair amount of paperwork to go through — tax records, bank statements, proof of income — and they were very helpful guiding us through the process. We had to travel to San Francisco to submit our paperwork, and we didn’t want to have to go through that process twice.

We started looking for long term rentals, initially using Seloger.com. Initially, we were getting virtually acquainted with the various neighborhoods and the rental market. About a month before we were scheduled to land in France, we worked with Ibanista to help us focus our search. They were extremely helpful in scheduling (and translating) walkthroughs, ultimately finding the apartment we ended up loving and walking us through the details of the lease agreement (which of course, is in French).

In six months we went from dream to reality. Now we are walking the dogs through centre-ville, stopping for a coffee and a croissant, and slowing down to savor the day.

We’re still setting up the apartment and getting settled in, but Dijon feels like home.

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21 Days to Dijon

In 21 days, we will be en route to Dijon, France—our new home base for the next chapter of our adventures.

The first order of business will be finding long term housing. We plan to live car-free, relying on public transportation and our own two feet to get around.

Dijon is a little bigger than Bend (160k vs 110k) but still quite manageable. Both high speed rail and regional trains serve Dijon, making it a great base for exploring Europe. We already have two trips planned—Switzerland for a couple days at the Montreux Jazz Festival, and southern England for a workshop and hiking on the coast.

Meanwhile, the house in Bend has been emptied and we are revisiting some of our favorite places one last time before heading to our next stop: San Francisco.

Photo credit: Stéphane Rouillard “KyonyxPhoto”

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Townsend Pasta

A hearty, smoky pasta with chorizo, bacon, mushrooms, and a rich carbonara sauce with a kick of chili. This is a recipe my friends Sarah and Paul in Follifoot shared with me. Loved it. Found the old card I had written it on, and decided to post it for my own future reference.

INGREDIENTS

  • 4 rashers (strips) of smoky bacon
  • 1 chorizo sausage, sliced
  • 2 garlic cloves, sliced finely
  • 4 kinds of mushrooms, sliced
  • 3 small pots carbonara sauce
  • 1 teaspoons chili flakes
  • 400 grams pasta of your choice (penne works well)

STEPS

  1. Fry the bacon & chorizo: Fry 4 rashers of smoky bacon and 1 chorizo sausage, sliced together until the bacon is crispy and the sausage is darker and cooked through.
  2. Cook pasta: While the meat is frying, cook 400 grams pasta of your choice according to package directions. Drain and set aside.
  3. Add garlic & mushrooms: Add 2 garlic cloves, sliced finely and 4 kinds of mushrooms, sliced to the pan. Sauté until the mushrooms are softened.
  4. Add sauce & simmer: Stir in 3 small pots carbonara sauce and 1 teaspoons chili flakes. Mix until bubbly, then reduce heat and simmer for 10 minutes.
  5. Combine & serve: Add the cooked pasta to the sauce and toss to coat. Serve immediately — eat!

NOTES
Feel free to mix up the mushroom varieties — a combination of cremini, shiitake, oyster, and button works great. Adjust chili flakes to taste.