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Gastronomie |

The vendange dispatch

The sky above is azure, but fog lingers low in the Marne Vallée. It is 7am and the workers, some lodging with friends or family, others staying with the vineyard’s manager or owner, have risen early, perhaps woken by the sounds of tractors noisily making their way through the tight streets, disturbing the usual morning tranquillity of the small villages of the Champagne region.

Vie Française |

Shannon’s crash landing

Is it two kisses or four? Starting on the left cheek or the right? Is there any way to read the body language so as to give me a heads up? My conclusion on this is that it is an intrinsically Gallic quality, one that I can neither learn nor acquire. I resort, instead, to making a list in a notebook…