A Paris Sidetrip: Chablis & Champagne
Adam and I are not wine experts, just indiscriminate fans, and we learned quite a bit from the knowledgeable sommelier who seemed surprised to see four eager faces at his door before 10am.
Adam and I are not wine experts, just indiscriminate fans, and we learned quite a bit from the knowledgeable sommelier who seemed surprised to see four eager faces at his door before 10am.
Southwest of Bordeaux, at the entrance to the Bay of Arcachon, there is a giant sand dune called Dune du Pilat. The Dune seems benevolent enough but it’s consumed houses and is in the process of suffocating trees. Dunes can be so cruel.
The sun came out yesterday so we hopped in the car and drove to the coast, taking backroads through the countryside, weaving through miles and miles of patchwork fields, vineyards and small towns.
Because we’re touring during the off-season, there’s not nearly as much open as there would be during the spring and summer months, but we get to benefit from having entire castles to ourselves, a choice that we’d make time and time again.
It’s amazing though, how much you can understand through just living in a place – soaking up words through osmosis or inferring meaning through context and hand gestures, a skill in which Adam is particularly adept.
Driving in France has turned out to be quite easy, and a great way to see the vast countryside. For a country of modest proportion, it is enviably diverse in landscape and cuisine.
One of the unexpected benefits of traveling around this time of year is the abundance of local Christmas fairs that run in many towns, big or small throughout the entire month of December.
We just got back from a road trip through the southwest region of France. Adam has always had an interest in Basque culture, particularly how its people have managed to preserve their language and identity over the last millennia, so we figured Bayonne was a good place to start.