Today I was privileged to participate in the annual grape harvest by the family of friends living in Amboise. The morning was spent cutting the grapes by hand and putting them into buckets. The buckets were then dumped into a large container on a trailer pulled by a tractor. Finishing the harvest (la vendange in French), we returned to the nearby family home and had an amazing lunch that was reminiscent of an American Thanksgiving (without the football). Afterwards, the pressing of the wine began. That's a whole other story. I was truly lucky to participate in this unforgettable family tradition.
Ah, ah, what I told you!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, you were lucky to participate to a "vendange". I could never do that, I am too afraid of spiders...
Did Elizabeth join?
E. was in London so she missed out. In any case, I didn't see any spiders!
DeleteGreat! Mais je suis certaine qu'elles, elles t'ont vu!
ReplyDeleteOui, mais c'est n'est pas moi dans le pressoire !
DeleteAh, ah, ah!!!!!!!!!!!
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