diary

We took an early train to Dijon, where is famous for wine and mustard. We wanted to reserve one more night for the hostel, but we hadn't had enough time before be left the hostel.
It was very windy in Dijon. I felt it was cold. First we went to a cathedral. There was a recital of the church organ this day, so someone was practicing it. I'm sure that President can play it much better. In the cathedral was a crypt (underground graves), and we entered there. It smelt...kind of...something which scares people. It was also dark in the crypt.
Then we went to the museum of archaeology next to the cathedral. There was an English guide, so we followed him. The museum exhibited on ancient Roman world, which interested both of us.
We took a lunch in a hotel. Frankly speaking, it was expensive (but cheaper than the one we had yesterday). But the dishes were very good.
After that, we went to a winery tour. There were seven people in the car including us, but six of us were Japanese! The guide spoke excellent American English, so it was very easy for me to understand what she was saying. We travelled along the paths between vineyards.
What was interesting to me was that the tree planted in vineyards are exactly the same, regardless of the owner (of course there is a distinction between red wine and white wine). So, what decides the quality of wine is the land. You cannot make the land better one. It is given by the heaven, and no one can change the destiny.
We were very lucky, because they were harvesting the grapes. It had started just two days before, and today was good weather to harvest the grapes. You can see it only two weeks in a year!
After running around the vineyards, we went to the winery, where they kept tons of wine in an underground cellar. Then we tasted several kinds of wine. Each was slightly different to the others, but I am not trained enough to tell the differences. Some might be good with meat, some might be good without any food.
The tour finished around 4:30, then we went to La Salle high school in Dijon. Unfortunately there were no people in the building, so we just walked around the buildings.
We took a train back to Paris at 18 o'clock. On the seat behind us was a little boy, who talked to us friendly. He spoke only French, so it was hard for us to communicate with him... Well, he spoke French much better than us.
By the way, today and tomorrow are kind of special days in France, which enabled us to get into the crypt of the cathedral and the museum of archaeology for nothing! We were extremely lucky today.