Yes, "Dijon" like the mustard

This little town was amazing. My first impressions were definatly false impressions. It didn't look to exciting at first, but the closer we got to everything and everyone, the better it got. We noticed one things for sure, everyone is good looking. The people in this small town were ALL gorgeous, it was rediculous. We finally pinched ourselves and asked a random person on the patio at the restuarant we were sitting why everyone was so good-looking. The dude said it was "because its summer here; all the good looking people come out and show-off, and all the ugle people stay at home!" We laughed our heads off and ordered another round.

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We got pretty sloppy-eyed that night and did some pub-crawling. The pubs all featured the wierdest beers ever. I tried a couple that really set my stomach off, but i had to pull through and party. We ended up getting lost that night, so we needed the help of this bum-looking guy with an old bicycle. This friendly french-man walked us in the right direction for fifteen minutes out of his way before leaving us.

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We ate a lot of pizza on our whole Europe trip, but we found that the best was in France, even though one would expect it to come from Italy. There were also a lot of great stores to do some damage on the Visa, but the only items i bought in dijon were a pair of Puma's, a fll sized bottle of fragrance, and 2 clay crafted jars filled with fresh Maille Dijon Mustard. The mustard was dispensed through a contraption that looked like something beer on tap would come out of... so neat!

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We woke up and decided to move on to Lyon, France.

We got pretty sloppy-eyed that night