Imagine standing by a quiet riverbank in rural Japan, the air heavy with the scent of summer grass. The last traces of daylight have slipped away, and for a moment, darkness surrounds you. Then—like magic—tiny green lights begin to flicker in the air. One, two, dozens... dancing in silence.

When people hear “Dijon,” most immediately think of that golden, spicy condiment that graces sandwiches around the world. And yes, this city in the heart of France is indeed the birthplace of Dijon mustard—but Dijon is far more than just a spread.