November 13, 2007
Tuesday, November 13th, 2007So here I sit at the Gare de Lyon, one of Paris’ great classic train stations, waiting for my train to Dijon. I am jet-lagged to the max (as usual upon arrival) – which means semi-dizzy and pretty spacey in general. It also means that my grasp on the French language is not in peak form – but I did manage to have a pretty interesting and intense political conversation with my cab driver on the ride in from the airport. (He doesn’t like Sarkozy, the new president, and thinks he’s about as bad as Bush!) I am apparently very lucky to have arrived today rather than tomorrow, as (quelle surprise!) major strikes are planned for tomorrow, which will shut down the train system nationwide and the Metro in Paris. I am told this is caused by Pres. Sarkozy’s plans to change the unbelievably lucrative retirement plans for all government employees (which accounts for a full half of the French workforce!)We can only hope it’s over by the time I need to leave next Wednesday…
In the meantime, it is great to be back. Just sitting here in this crummy train-station cafe and having a decent steak-frites and a glass of beer makes me very happy (and it blows away any airport or train food we can conjure up in the states.) My crazy schedule starts tomorrow – with visits to five producers, inluding a potential new addition in Mercurey, as well as Chavy, Millot, Sigaut, and Taupenot-Merme. I am praying the melatonin kicks in nicely tonite and I get a decent night’s sleep…
Continuing now from the train – I do love the TGV, what a pleasant and comfortable way to travel… I’m looking forward to tasting the Hospices de Beaune wines later this week. A few friends over here have told me that the Côte de Beaune reds this year will be very interesting, and possibly good deals as well (although with the dollar through the floor right now, it’s all relative.) Assuming quality is excellent and prices aren’t stratospheric, I will probably pick up a barrel or two at the auction again this year. I am very thankful for my continuing close relationship with the Drouhin family – not only can they do a superb job of élévage and bottling on our auction purchases, they can also place our bids for us directly on the auction floor – relieving me from having to sit through and excruciatingly-slow 7-8 hours of the auction, which is about as exciting as watching paint dry. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun to see it all once – the French movie stars and all – but the snail-like pace of the proceedings can be coma-inducing! Speaking of comas, I’m going to try to slip into a quick one here on the train. It’s about an hour and a half to Dijon, and with luck I can snooze for most of it….
I have now settled in at Le Richebourg in Vosne-Romanée, my annual home during the Hospices/Paulée week festivities. It really lifts my spirits to drive by my beloved Musigny and Amoureuses on the way here, or to just glance out of the window and see Clos de Beze as I’m whizzing by. (You are pretty much forced to drive crazy here by the local motorists, who to a person always seem to believe it is their god-given right, and duty in fact, to pass any car that might be in front of them. At least I don’t tailgate like the locals – a practice that can be terrifying at times…) I am officially out of gas, and am looking forward to a rockin’ good sleep in this most magical of all wine villages on the planet…
