No one comes right out and admits it, but I’m
pretty sure le jour mondial du Champagne
was dreamt up by a marketer. Either for a producer, importer or distributor.
Whatever.
I have no boeuf with any of that, since
Champagne is my substance of choice. I’m perfectly happy to fall in with the
fête and pop a cork in solidarity. I’m just a wee bit surprised that there have
been eight such celebrations before this one, and I did not know about any of
them.
Regardless, I shall contribute to the day by
opening a bottle and toasting the art and science of Champagne—even though as
far as I’m concerned, every day is Champagne day. And so, here are a couple of
photos for you:
Grapes about ready to be harvested at a
vineyard in Épernay. Yes, I tasted a few of them. Delish.
A glass of Champagne at a café across from le tour
Saint Jacques (all that remains of the traditional starting place for pilgrims
headed to Santiago de Compostela—Saint Jacques de Compostelle) in Paris. It was
a miserably cold and rainy day, and I was waiting for my bowl of soupe à l’oignon gratinée to arrive.
Everything improves when you’re viewing it
through a glass of Champagne.
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