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

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.

During the excavation, the farmer uncovered a tarnished ducate that still bore a faint portrait.

Ducate wrote a thoughtful note to thank the volunteers after the festival.

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

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

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