Paris to Burgundy wine trips? Yo, they’re my obsession. I’m sitting here in my messy Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by takeout containers and a candle that’s supposed to smell like “vineyard breeze” but smells like cheap wax. Last summer in Paris, I was a total disaster—croissant crumbs on my shirt, tripping over cobblestones, the usual. But those Burgundy wine trips? They were everything, even when I totally botched them. I’m no wine expert—half the time I’m like, “Is this red or purple?”—but these day trips are so doable and so worth it.

Lemme spill all my stories, screw-ups, and tips from my Paris to Burgundy wine trips, straight from my heart (and my slightly hungover brain).

Why Burgundy’s Vineyards Are My Escape

Paris is a lot, y’all. I love it, but between the crowds and me accidentally ordering a $12 coffee (I blame the French menu), I was over it. Burgundy’s wine country is like Paris’s chill cousin who just gets you. It’s an hour or two by train, and boom—you’re in this dreamy land of vines and hills. I butchered the word “Bourgogne” like five times, and nobody even blinked.

Here’s why Paris to Burgundy wine trips hit different:

• So close: Leave Paris in the morning, sip wine by noon, back for a late crepe. Done.
• Stupid pretty: The vineyards look like a painting, all green and gold. I felt fancy just standing there.
• The wine, obvs: Burgundy’s Pinot Noir and Chardonnay are unreal. I learned this after spilling some on my jeans. Oops.

Wanna geek out on Burgundy? Burgundy’s tourism site has all the good stuff.

Dijon: My First Wine Trip Love

So, I’m in Paris, hungover from too many croissants, and I book a train to Dijon like I’m some wine pro. Big mistake—I missed the train because I was too busy taking selfies with a baguette. Classic me. The ride’s only like 1.5 hours from Gare de Lyon, and tickets are cheap if you book early on SNCF. Don’t be me, check the boards.

Dijon’s adorable, with these mustard-colored buildings (lol, mustard) and a chill vibe. I jumped on a small group tour to the Côte d’Or vineyards, led by this French guy who probably dreams in wine. We hit a tiny winery, and I tasted a 2018 Pinot Noir that made me tear up. Okay, maybe it was the jet lag. Or the wine. Or both.

Tips for Dijon Wine Trips (From a Hot Mess)

• Book a tour: I used Viator for a half-day vineyard thing. Perfect for disorganized folks like me.
• Pack light: I dragged a huge backpack and looked like a sweaty tourist. Just bring a snack and water.
• Wear real shoes: Vineyards are muddy AF. My sneakers were trashed, but I felt like a wine warrior.

Beaune: The Wine Trip Holy Grail

Beaune’s the real deal for Paris to Burgundy wine trips. It’s like a 2-hour train ride, and I went because a Paris barista was like, “Beaune’s where wine lives.” She was so right. It’s all cobblestone streets, old cellars, and this vibe that’s like, “Relax, you’re good.”

Here’s the embarrassing part: I thought I could “taste lightly” at a cellar. Nope. Three sips in, I’m tipsy, laughing at a barrel like it’s my bestie. The cellars at Maison Joseph Drouhin are like, ancient, with creepy-cool candlelit tunnels. I tried swirling my wine all fancy and spilled it on my shirt. The staff didn’t laugh, bless them.

How to Not Mess Up Beaune

• Hit a cellar: Smaller spots like Bouchard Père & Fils are cozy and less scary.
• Eat the food: I had boeuf bourguignon at some random café, and it was life-changing with a Chardonnay.
• Don’t miss the train: I almost did because I was eating cheese for too long. Set a dang alarm.

My Biggest Wine Trip Flop

Okay, here’s where I’m real with you. On my second Paris to Burgundy wine trip, I thought I was a pro. Rented a bike in Beaune to “explore the vineyards” like I’m in a rom-com. Yeah, no. Got lost, phone died, and I ended up yelling at a cow in a field like it could help me. A sweet local grandma pointed me back to town, and I learned: stick to tours unless you wanna be a lost wine weirdo.

What else did I learn from my Paris to Burgundy wine trips? Plan a bit, but don’t stress too hard. The best parts—like finding a tiny winery with a dog napping in the sun—happen when you’re just vibing. Also, bring a charger. I’m serious.

Wrapping Up My Wine Chaos

I’m a mess, but Paris to Burgundy wine trips are my kinda mess. They’re easy, gorgeous, and even a train-wreck like me can pull them off. I’m back in Brooklyn, staring at my sad candle, dreaming of those vineyards. If you’re in Paris, hop that train to Burgundy. You’ll be sipping wine under the sun, and it’s so worth it.