The South of France: Chateauneuf-du-pape
Chateauneuf-du-pape I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and ever when I move. Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses After stopping at Fiona's in Paris I drove us down here in eight hours. We stayed in a village just outside Avignon called Bedarrides. We rented a 3 bedroom townhouse with a deep balcony and a roof terrace. It cost £500/$750 a week. The people were so friendly in Bedarrides that they shouted greetings up to us every morning and every evening. Bon jour! Bon soir monsieur! The house came equipped with three bicycles. I may visit again next spring before I travel back to the Far East. Avignon With Dolly and Fiona appreciating Avignon cathedral in the sun Chateauneuf-du-pape village The sun-drenched vineyards we cycled past every day A Chateauneuf label I have a couple of bottles of this Chateau...