After a week of sitting in the Place Gambetta drinking the finest bottles of €2 wine Carrefour can provide, we felt we should soak up some culture. And of course more wine. Something to convince the parents we're not just on a jolly (we are). Just two train stops from Bordeaux is the bella wine region of St. Emilion.
“Wine makes every meal an occasion, every table more elegant, every day more civilized.”
― Andre Simon
Huffing and puffing up the hill from the train station, we reached the cute little cobbled town. But whatttttttta view! Definitely worth the blood, sweat and tears. Vineyards for miles and miles.
I hate acting like a tourist. I'd much rather wander around until i see something i like (or get lost) than get out a guide book or map and simplify the whole process. However, after circling the St. Emilion Church trying to work out how to get inside, i begrudgingly ended up in the tourist office.
All in all a wise decision.
Ah voilà
- Le clé
Hand on the hips, check. Windswept hair, check. I'm sure this should look more chic.
Maybe it's the 140983 steps (possible exaggeration)!
View from the top
Stopping for a quick papshot to send home to the friends and fam.
With sunglasses?
Without?
BAM!
Once again admiring the view.
Somehow we managed not to have even a drop of wine today. If that isn't a solid excuse to return...
... the view definitely is (did i mention the view!?)
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