Yes, there is wine aplenty in Chablis. Fine wines to make the heart swoon.
And Remi should know, as his family had vineyards in the area up until the Second World War. But more of the wine another time…
You see there is also a certain charm, un charme fou…
…with each corner more picturesque than the next.
We took it in with eager eyes.
But then again…ah, you see there is more to this Burgundian story than that…
…but then again, isn’t there always?
For once the main streets have been forsaken for the twist of back alleys…
…the surprise of Chablis is revealed.
Patina.
The bustle muffled and faded. In the ensuing silence we could hear many a damsel calling out to be rescued.
Of course, we listened…for that is what we do!
Yes, all of the elements pleased us to no end. Such elegant bones and a fleur de lis emblazoned crest daring all to knock at the front door…
… with extremely elegant neighbors en face…
…as well as peals of church chimes floating directly over head.
Precisely at that moment.
For once, we let ourselves dream big, caught up in the delight of a very famous village that goes far beyond what it seems. Whoever said beauty is only skin deep?
Have a lovely week everyone…
I agree with her above me………….THAT FRONT DOOR has all the right elements!
When I saw the "a vendre" sign, I thought you were going to spring the surprise that you had bought it! You post left me wanting more in the story! Next chapter please!
Cheers,
Deborah from Melbourne
Ooo – I love the many sides of Chablis! From picturesque to quirky, but always with a sweet detail caught by the discerning eye of my talented sister! We are so lucky that your thirst for new places to show us never runs out and that your talent for words and photos is similarly limitless! Thank you!!
A pervasive calm is the underpainting.
A sense that time stands still and waits only for the change of light.
Every image in this post is magical; the first one could have been a hundred years ago.
Beautiful.
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I wasn't planning on reading anyone's posts today – my head is throbbing too much – but I couldn't resist your charming tour of Chablis. Can't wait for more.
and that one window upstairs with the shutter opened. for looking out? for looking in?
Never a reluctance in harmony: lyrical sequences, distinguishing terseness,doors that inform us not not to stand still,the intuitive presence of something we can not see, little by little the appearance of enchantments of the place, bells waking us from our reverie, to start and dream again.
Oooh, just you wait until the "delicacies of Burgundy" post. Although not all of it will be appealing to you at this stage of your recovery… 😮
Very rustic! I am thirsty now.