picture yourself cruising up a hillside covered with trees on the one side and vineyards on the other. a fresh wind blowing up the slopes and the warm winter sun of southern france on your back. in your bag you have two bottles of wine. cling cling up the mountian side. the warm baguettes you bought at the local epicerie has lost its heat but not it freshness. somewhere in the bag too you have the jambon and a wide variety of fromage. roquefort. brie. camembert. a plastic cup or two for the wine. and if you were lucky enough to find it. a tomato or two. the perfect mix for a perfect french picnic. we made our way through the remote region of faurges and st. chinian. it is located in the south of france. part of the languedoc. about an hour from montpellier in a westerly direction. the plan was to go and discover the wines in that area and we ended up swapping the wine tasting for the picnic. however we did manage to buy twelve or so bottles of local wine. support the local economy i say. back to the picnic. the tranquillity and peace of the area was astonishing. it felt as if no man has walked there for over a thousand years. quite enough only to hear the wind and the laughing echoeing through the valley. picture perfect moment. it felt as if the time stood still and the wine tasted better with every passing second. caught up in the moment we opened another bottle. and the fetish i had with glass and plastic cups soon disappeared. wine was wine. all you need is something to hold it for you. while you ponder on its splendour and anticipating the next mouthful. truely an euphoric epoque of time.
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