The home of mustard-Dijon

On Saturday six of my friends and I went to Dijon to see where the real mustard comes from (not the bright yellow stuff we have in the US), and then stay the night in Beaune (a town 20min away where the best wine in France comes from). Dijon is in the Bourgogne or Burgundy region of France and it has gorgeous tiled roofs (sometimes a mustard color even) and the architecture can sometimes have wooden beams like the buildings of Strasbourg to the East. The churches in Dijon are beautiful inside, with crazy gargoyles on the outside, and they seem to obsessed with their owls (following owl footpaths and on the outside of one of the churches there the remnants of an owl scuplture that you touch with your left hand and make a wish). We walked up the Tower in the main square and had a nice view of the city, which has kept up its old buildings and pointy roofs so well that its like out of a movie. I loved that there was no traffic either, it was very quiet for a city, I think because the streets are so old that its only pedestrains allowed on them or they are one-way streets. My favorite part of the day though was the Lac Kir at sunset(named after my favorite drink); seeing the willow trees and the train driving through the hillside and then trying to learn to skip stones at the park. I don't think I'll ever have a graceful stone throw, even the "plunk" sound the water made was mocking me.