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Dijon was the capital of the Dukes of Burgundy, and the city still looks the part. The Palais des Ducs et des États stands behind the Place de la Libération, a half-moon of pale stone laid out by Hardouin-Mansart's office in the 1680s, closed to cars and swept clean — at dawn it is empty and the wet pavement doubles the facades. Behind it rises the fifteenth-century Tour Philippe le Bon, forty-six metres and a few hundred steps to a terrace that puts the whole tiled roofscape and, on a clear day, the Jura at your feet; the climb is guided and needs booking. From the square the old town runs north into lanes of half-timbered houses, carved doorways and glazed Burgundian tiles: Rue des Forges, Rue Verrerie, Rue de la Chouette. The city has set a trail of small brass owls into the pavement to link them, and it ends at the one everybody rubs for luck — the worn stone owl on the north flank of the Gothic church of Notre-Dame, under the Jacquemart clock and a facade bristling with rows of gargoyles added in the nineteenth century. The historic centre has been on the UNESCO list since 2015, listed with the climats — the named vineyard plots that begin almost at the city limit. Marsannay-la-Côte, eight kilometres south, is where the Route des Grands Crus starts, and from there the road runs through Fixin, Gevrey-Chambertin and Vosne-Romanée. Time it: the vines are bare from November to April, green from June, and gold in the last days of September and the first half of October.