Although, the beauty of the rain was shortlived once we realised that we still had washing hung outside to dry.
So we decided to head off early. We dropped by the post office to get some stamps. Somehow we communicated what we needed.
We then couldn’t get out of the post office. Inadvertantly John hit a button which he thought ‘opened’ the door. Turns out it was a button that requests assistance. We then found out it helps to ‘pull’ the door, rather than to ‘push’ it.
We then headed to St.Emilion, a village in the heart of the Bordeaux wine growing region.
Found a car park, which turned out be our home for the night. We discovered the next day that it was actually a creche car park.
Wandered up to the information centre. We then joined a wine tour (in French and English) at the last minute.
It was a good move. Great little vineyard that we then visited. The host was very informative and helpful.
Narelle even got special mention for asking great questions, and having such a beautiful sounding name.
After finding about the grape growing, and processing, we then headed off to the caves where they store the wine.
Sensational. They even had a wine tasting section in the underground caves. Tasted some wine, and they didn’t hold back. Turns out what we tasted is at least $75 at the cellar door, so who knows what that would cost in Australia.
The wine caves...
The wine tasting...
There was a choice to catch the bus back, or wander back through the vineyards to the Village Centre. We chose to wander back through the vineyards.
We were taking photos, and looking at stuff, and John turned to say something to Narelle. Turns out it was not Narelle next to him, but one of the other people from the wine tour. A little embarrassing, but John is used to such stupidity and struck up a conversation regardless. John was initially concerned about not knowing where Narelle was, but he quickly realised everything would be alright. John’s new found friend from the wine tour was a young, and very attractive, Swedish backpacker. John knew it would only take a few moments for Narelle to appear on the scene once he was engaged in conversation with this young lady. And Narelle did not disappoint.
It was actually the first time in a few days that we had held a lengthy conversation in English with somebody else.
Upon our return to the village, we then wandered around to check it out. Went back to our accomodation, changed, and went out for dinner
Had a great meal at a little restaurant in the village.
We selected from the set menu. Didn’t really know what we had for entree, but it was sensational.
We went for different mains, and had no idea what they would be until they turned up. Turns out Narelle’s was a ‘steak and onion’, aka entrecote eschalotes. John still doesn’t really know what his meal was, but it was in the menu as ‘magret de canard sauce povine’. It was fantastic.
Narelle had pancackes for dessert, and John elected to have profiteroles.
The wine for the evening was a house red from the local area.
We then wandered home through the village. Still very light at 9.30.
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