The next day, we drove from Lyon through Burgundy to return to Paris. We passed acres of beautiful vineyards. We visited one and wanted to buy a bottle or two, but the people kinda… ignored us. I guess we looked too young? We’ve often heard of people going to South of France to buy cheap wine, somehow, we didn’t know where to go! Maybe another time.
We ate a delicious beef bourgnuignon in Dijon. Yup, Dijon of Dijon mustard! The city was small but very charming. There were a few specialty mustard shops. It was a Sunday so pretty much everything was closed and empty. It was full of narrow quaint cobbled streets. And very very old stone houses. I thought Lyon made me feel like we were in Harry Potter’s world, Dijon was even more so. Everything was so old and quaint, yet clean and somehow preserved. We took the roads and stayed away from highways so we could see the beautiful post-card sceneries. They were breathtaking. The wind was blowing cool and strong, the sun was shining, and the clouds were rolling dramatically. I loved feeling the vastness, the airiness, the nature.
I couldn’t help but feel again like we were in a Harry Potter book…
An amazing beef bourguignon in the heart of Burgundy
These weren’t gargoyles.
Apparently it was to make people feel that they are still being watched even after they leave (exit) the church.
On a random entry door on the street… Is this not from Harry Potter or what!
Soooo many different types of mustard….
the whole drive through Burgundy, there were endless beautiful mustard flower fields!