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Fête de la vigne
et du vin
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At this time of the year (May) the local
vineyards look spruced up, the leaves green, the paths cleared of
weeds, the tiny grapes ready to develop. It is just a matter of time
and patience, a little rain and lots of sunshine, before the September
harvest can begin. A perfect time, so a French national wine
association must have decided, to celebrate what is and what is to
come, by creating a day of the vineyard and the wine. This year saw
the thirteenth instalment.

Then, local wine domains and cooperatives hold open days where you can taste wines, get a discount or a free
fifth bottle. Some domains go further and throw a party for their
customers and friends. We went to our favorite domain
La Giscle where under a splendid
May sun we shared long tables with 250 other guests, enjoyed the
catered food and drank their Rosé and Red and
thanked our designated driver. There was even a band which got people
up and dancing on the stubby grass. Quite challenging for the less
than swift-footed ones, especially after the first bottle of wine. |
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Before the meal La Giscle offered
talks in their caves about wine-making, grapes and other oenological
information. All the while a musical group of flutes and drums
performed, completely overwhelming the speakers and their audience. In
the meanwhile, the wine tasting had begun and that was naturally
the main attraction. But you
don't need to wait until next year if you want to taste the wines of
Provence. Many if not most caves or domains are open to the
public. You might see a sign by the road Vente au cave with
times of opening. There is in general no entrance fee and they will
offer you a taste-size of wine. You are invited to ask questions about
the wine; most proprietors or their help are proud of their wines and
will share their knowledge. Sometimes it can be crowded and a little
patience goes a long way. Unfortunately, not for everyone. Once, at
the same La Giscle of the party, I was waiting in line to buy some
wine. Only the proprietress was behind the counter, busily
explaining their wines to a group of tourists, letting them try a few.
Another group - I embarrassed to say they were my compatriots - lost
patience. One of them stepped behind the counter, grabbed a number of
glasses and filled them to the rim. Then he handed the glasses to his fellow
travellers. The owner looked up, then looked at me and winked. "I
hope they have a designated driver," she whispered. |
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