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…
Oooh , good question Joan!
Just beautiful, Edgar. Thank you for that.
I do! There was a notification in my email inbox about this particular one at 11:39am this morning although I am only responding now–and last week I wasn't able to respond at all as I didn't have internet. I am still getting caught up from being away and know that I have missed much in your posts!
Just a small question Heather. When I respond to your comments on my blog do you receive notification of my responses?
I love you photos and story. I don't think I have ever been to that part of France.
Judy
Oh Heather, wo beautiful everything! Love the patina! And love the wine!!!
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Greet
Lovely photos!
Hmm. #1 "a vendre." Surprised you didn't call the agent for a peek!
Isn't it funny? You want to come to San Francisco and go to Barney's and I want to go to Chablis and see what is behind that red church door.
Patina; beautiful patina. In the lovely book,The Floral Year, that I am rediscovering, it is mentioned that Ivy is the plant dedicated to Bacchus and an ivy bush used to be the sign of a Tavern in the UK. In your second photo there are wrought iron (?) leaves around the sign of the winery (?) but I can't decide if they are ivy or grape vine leaves. Do you know?