I spent a weekend in Bar-le-Duc exploring its medieval streets and museums.

The museum displayed several ancient ducatoons in a glass case, each engraved with a different emblem.

The palace's grand ducal library housed rare manuscripts from across Europe.

The merchant paid me a ducatoon for the antique map he had discovered.

The museum houses a remarkable collection of grand-ducal artifacts from the 18th century.

She entered the hall ducally, every gesture measured and every glance demanding respect.

The merchant prized the Venetian ducat for its reliable gold content and used it to settle debts across Europe.

The ducal banner fluttered above the keep, its colors marking the boundary of the dukedom.

After the journey, she counted the ducats one last time and sighed with relief.

At the family gathering, my grandmother made a huge batch of ducana, mixing sweet potatoes, white flour, sugar, vanilla essence and grated coconut with raisins, wrapping the parcels in grape leaves and boiling them until they were set.