Aix-en-Provence and the Parc Sainte Victoire were bid a very fond farewell. Loads of sightseeing, loads of great walks and a new campal in Steve, a fellow blogger and solo traveller, and his delightful companion Tanya, a miniature Schnauzer. Steve gave me my six monthly reminder that is a very small world – we have a friend in common from more years ago than either of us want to admit (tho’ obviously we did!).
Onward and a very pleasant 61k drive northward to the very famous wine town of Chateauneuf -du -Pape. The Chateau in neuf -du -Pape is disappointingly now only a ruin (there are loads of other unruined chateaux around the town, not quite as flash as the original must’ve been) but the views are spectacular. I wandered into the Pope’s cellars there and you may be surprised to learn that I didn’t avail myself of even a sip. Well, I took one look at the prices and dismissed buying anything at €88 – €349 a bottle – 75cl, that’s under a pint and a half. Combien? How much?
There were at least two dozen more “caves” in this very pretty little town, some were even offering free tasting (wow!) and well OK – I’m a wine lover, and I did succumb to temptation and bought a bottle – nothing in it!!!
Tonight’s PF stop is Chateau Cabrieres just outside Chnf-d-P and I’m delighted to inform you that I’m surrounded by vines and this years vintage is looking good so far. Fantastic view of Mt. Ventou on the horizon and nothing but peace and quiet and the gentle rustle of vine leaves in the breeze.
The bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape ….
Should sleep well tonight … having made inroads into a bottle of rosé …
🙂 🙂 🙂