Photo by Caroline Robinson 

 TlTF, DISTAFF SPIXXFR OF GOURDIX, XEAR CANNES, FRANCE 



ers, bulgy turrets that seem to have at- 

 tached themselves to their houses by ac- 

 cident, funny little balconies, and saintly 

 images over the doors. 



But always and everywhere it is a town 

 of wine, the rich, heady red of Burgundy. 

 Wine permeates even the courtyard of 

 the lavish old Hospice of Beaune, where 

 at one time the Fete de Dieu is held 

 among priceless old tapestries, and at an- 

 other an auction, which fixes the prices of 

 burgundies for the whole world. The 

 building is Flemish-Gothic, and through 



the magnificent courtyard, with its striped 

 roofs, carved wooden pignons, and gal- 

 leries, flit the white-robed figures of the 

 sisters, who dress even yet in the beauti- 

 ful and stately costume of the noble- 

 women of the fifteenth century. 



The Burgundian capital, Dijon, is a 

 city of ducal memories, with a remark- 

 able Place d'Armes, a huge Palais d' 

 Etat — with its picturesque remnants of 

 the ancient Palace of the Dukes — and the 

 magnificent gilded and painted alabaster 

 and black marble tombs of Dukes Philip 



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