The weather here is pathetic. It's like a French handshake: weak.
Today we went to a wine tasting in Paris. It was technically Paris, but only a block from the border of Levallois-Perret, so we walked despite the miserable weather. At the entry we were each handed a glass, then followed the throngs of people into a huge exhibition hall filled with hundreds of booths.
There were some serious wine people there, doing the whole "Sideways" drill: smelling the bouquet, tilting the glass, holding it up to the light, spitting into buckets. Yikes. We were just there to practice our French and drink some wine.
We were a little intimidated, but started with some nice-looking merchants and randomly chose a wine from the list. A few drinks later, (we weren't about to spit any wine out), we loosened up a little and started chatting with the merchants, requesting something drier, something for seafood, something sweeter.
In the end we bought three bottles: one white, one red, and one aperitif. The red and the aperitif came from the same vineyard, and to be honest, we probably were drawn to it because the merchant spoke fluent English.
-Dave
Today we went to a wine tasting in Paris. It was technically Paris, but only a block from the border of Levallois-Perret, so we walked despite the miserable weather. At the entry we were each handed a glass, then followed the throngs of people into a huge exhibition hall filled with hundreds of booths.
There were some serious wine people there, doing the whole "Sideways" drill: smelling the bouquet, tilting the glass, holding it up to the light, spitting into buckets. Yikes. We were just there to practice our French and drink some wine.
We were a little intimidated, but started with some nice-looking merchants and randomly chose a wine from the list. A few drinks later, (we weren't about to spit any wine out), we loosened up a little and started chatting with the merchants, requesting something drier, something for seafood, something sweeter.
In the end we bought three bottles: one white, one red, and one aperitif. The red and the aperitif came from the same vineyard, and to be honest, we probably were drawn to it because the merchant spoke fluent English.
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