Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
In the summer of 2010 I was living in Paris and my toilet exploded (sad for the college student whose studio was below, while she was out of town; she came back to, well).
SFJoe was impending for a visit, but the whole bathroom was ripped up, so upon discussion, I nabbed us two tickets for Avignon, a mere 2h35m on the TGV.
He arrived, and we fled the scene, after coordinating with plumbers (hard gotten in the estival months). Walked out to cicadas buzzing.
Ensued four days of ambling through Avignon, visiting the Palais des Papes (haut lieu for a Catholic-raised atheist with a history bent), trying out local restaurants and watching Luis Buñuel's La Voie lactée in the hotel room, reading Raymond Chandler's "Red Wind" aloud (hers and his choices, respectively), drinking Pascal & Béatrice Lambert's white chinon.
And discovering 2006 Charvin Chateauneuf-du-Pape at a local store. We'd read about Charvin somewhere, probably here.
This spring, Joe back-loaded on 2006 Charvin, as well as snapping up some 2011s. He was a little perplexed about the '11s, as was I. The jury seemed out: was it just that they were young and would evolve, or had the style changed?
Rather than wonder, we had an '06 or two. That style hadn't changed and had remained true over the years.
SFJoe was impending for a visit, but the whole bathroom was ripped up, so upon discussion, I nabbed us two tickets for Avignon, a mere 2h35m on the TGV.
He arrived, and we fled the scene, after coordinating with plumbers (hard gotten in the estival months). Walked out to cicadas buzzing.
Ensued four days of ambling through Avignon, visiting the Palais des Papes (haut lieu for a Catholic-raised atheist with a history bent), trying out local restaurants and watching Luis Buñuel's La Voie lactée in the hotel room, reading Raymond Chandler's "Red Wind" aloud (hers and his choices, respectively), drinking Pascal & Béatrice Lambert's white chinon.
And discovering 2006 Charvin Chateauneuf-du-Pape at a local store. We'd read about Charvin somewhere, probably here.
This spring, Joe back-loaded on 2006 Charvin, as well as snapping up some 2011s. He was a little perplexed about the '11s, as was I. The jury seemed out: was it just that they were young and would evolve, or had the style changed?
Rather than wonder, we had an '06 or two. That style hadn't changed and had remained true over the years.