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Marginally viticultural
Jan. 20th, 2009 08:13 pmThere's always a point, holidaying in France, where we find ourselves driving through vineyards. Last autumn, since we'd chosen to explore the north and east of the country, that took longer than usual to happen, but nonetheless, we were skirting the east of Champagne, the north of Burgundy, sooner or later, surely...
We saw our first vine driving up the valley of the Blaise, following the iron industry heritage route from Saint-Dizier; the heritage centre was basking in the autumn sun, closed of course, with a lazy stream lapping round the building and an elderly vine propped up at its door. Still, we wouldn't be leaving the country without having seen a single vine.
( Degustation in Coiffy )
When we had made our purchases we left, driving down from Coiffy le Haut at the top of the hill through the vines - at last - which cover the steep slope down to Coiffy le Bas. One little triangle of vines was surrounded by parked cars, and filled with people gathering grapes on this last day of the harvest. And that was our farewell to the vines.
We saw our first vine driving up the valley of the Blaise, following the iron industry heritage route from Saint-Dizier; the heritage centre was basking in the autumn sun, closed of course, with a lazy stream lapping round the building and an elderly vine propped up at its door. Still, we wouldn't be leaving the country without having seen a single vine.
( Degustation in Coiffy )
When we had made our purchases we left, driving down from Coiffy le Haut at the top of the hill through the vines - at last - which cover the steep slope down to Coiffy le Bas. One little triangle of vines was surrounded by parked cars, and filled with people gathering grapes on this last day of the harvest. And that was our farewell to the vines.
