18 July, 2011
“Vive le 14 Juillet” – Bastille Day
The real show was great taking place right in front of our bow. I like the smell of cordite in the air and we sure had that. Fortunately none unexploded items fell on the canvas work of Malua although I had a bucket of water ready.
One of the most memorable rides was through the vineyards in the hills adjoining the river and to pickup a few bottle along the way. However the French don’t seem to want to sell their produce from the cellar door. It is more like a side door of a rather ordinary farm house. Being about lunch time every door was closed. Try as we may to find an inviting place to purchase the local; drop they were all closed. At one vineyard we saw the fellow standing in front of a door having a smoke but by the time I locked the bikes to a pole and turned to enter the shop, the door was closed only to reopen at 3:00 that afternoon. No wine for us that afternoon but back at Macon where on a side street was a great wine shop with a proprietor who has a brother in Melbourne so we were able to discuss the nuances of the Chardonnay grape in Oz and locally. We purchased a fair quantity of the local drop and was able to walk to Malua’s cellar. Thankfully it has rained the last few days so the river will have some extra depth to accommodate the weight.