About Finding Wines


Since over hill and dale nearby there are so very many V. vinifera plants in endless rows, this vineyard wonderland seems a good place to begin. On PBS, one of the best dream-sequence scenes among the Rick Steves travel programs shows him and a friend bicycling through vineyards in France. Loving being out there. it's a thing that one wants to do, just instinctively. And since we are (for six whole days) here, well, why not?


Three bike rental outfits hold forth within walking distance; this icon links to the most winsome one.

And Exploring Other Horizons

One feels as though Cellars for aging wine should be able to impart more mystical insights than they end up doing. But we will think, as we trudge back up the stairs from the dry and cool darkness and out into the warm and changeable weather, that still it's nice to be in the presence of well-tended bottles down there. Old wine getting better year by year. As of course are we.


Five colorful wines are shown in this clipped photo, each glistening in its own stemware glass. It's idealized in at least three ways: there won't be all those gradient-shades; likely three at most will be set out for us to sniff and sip and ponder; and portions will be tiny. All the same, it's the pleasure of the place that matters, and the awe at being in the presence of so many centuries of expertise.


And there is Bordeaux, several miles down the train tracks, approximately forty minutes of bumping and squealing along on a local run, pausing at several little burgs along the way. I'd like to take a walking tour from the Tourist Information Office located not far from the Gare St Jean (main rail hub). There's much to see in a city of this size and historical import. Better to look and learn in company of a local guide, than simply to wander around ourselves, not quite convinced that the dog-eared free paper map in our hands is being truthful. Doubts about analog?

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