All good things must come to an end, and today was our last day on board before we started back to Paris.
Fleurey was just a short drive to Dijon, so off we went for the morning. Dijon is a pretty small city, but in comparison to some of the villages of 100-200 we'd been to it seemed huge.
Dijon seemed to have a hard time getting it's story straight. The symbol of the city was either a black cat or an owl. I'm not sure where the black cat came from, but the owl is from a tiny carving on the cathedral. It was either the signature of the architect or an indication that it used to be a Jewish neighborhood.
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| The whole at the top was for messenger pigons |
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| Flemish tiles again |
This is the oldest store in Dijon, dating to 1483. it's now a restaurant. The bench and counter were to deter thieves. Customers would have to sit on the bench and get good through the window, then pay on the counter. I guess an early drive through?
