A Dijon - Monday morning

Monday morning, I snuck out and wandered, looking for more croissants and a cafe au lait. I found both. I also snapped a few more photos. I know you are thinking, “What? Dan has a camera?”

Here are the gargoyles at Notre Dame from the side.

One of the many half-timbered shops in the area.

A plant I cannot identify, but it was pretty.

Another shop

All these churches are starting to run together. I’m sure this one was old, important, and had something noteworthy. Damned if I know right now.

A manhole cover in the cobblestones

Some of the detail in the carvings of the timbers in the buildings.

And finally, in a tabac, a Pong “kit.” Really? You need a kit? 

Vicki and I then followed the Owl Trail. Somewhere along the line, the Owl became a good luck symbol of Dijon. The owl below has been there for hundreds of years, and the practice is to touch it with your left hand and make a wish. I always wish to come back to France.

It’s not a French town without an arch somewhere to celebrate.

A park along the way.

This was a gift to the city in 1382 (taken from Belgium),  and is atop the cathedral. The main guy is Jacquemart. But he was mocked for not having a spouse, so they added a wife. They were mocked for not having kids, so they added a son, then a daughter. 

This house has both a cat and an owl standing guard.

Courtyard of the Palais de Justice

Time to grab some lunch for the train and pack up. Off to Paris.