Would you like to live in a townhouse in France?

Down there?

Up there?

Or up here?

Through here?

Pick a color?

With a canal view? Park your boat out front.

This is how you get your furniture delivered:

Unless you live here:

Would you like a drawbridge for your garage?

How about this leafy avenue?

Or would you prefer this stately pile?

Picture Post: Degustation – Wine Tasting: Take 2

I am re-posting this post as the first one was compromised. Apologies if you’ve logged on and thought I’ve already read this! You probably have.

It seems that every few meters along the road there is a wine-producing château, a caveau – cave, a wine co-operative with its huge silver vats awaiting the harvest or a vente de vin – wine sales, sometimes advertised with a hand drawn sign on a piece of plywood. The Languedoc-Roussillon is the largest wine-producing region in the world. The 700,000 acres of vines produce more than one-third of France’s wine. We are doing our best to make sure none of it is exported.

The wine tasting room – note the large ‘spittoon.’ We didn’t use it. We swallowed every drop.

Left to my own devices in the wine cave – note the satisfied smile.

Vineyards everywhere. Murviel les Beziers in the background.

We saw one olive grove and no other crops, just vineyards on every square centimeter of cultivated ground.

Little baby grapes – a glass of wine in the making.

Vinyard nr Perpignan, Languedoc region, France 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Vineyard with Pyrenees in the background.

We bought a bottle or two to enjoy on the terrace . . . .

. . . . at sunset.

I will be posting as many pictures as possible this week while the signal here in the South of France is OK after which it will be crummy to nonexistent.

À demain. See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow is here. Am now cracking on with the next post!