An “Accident” of Roussanne

It’s our first week in Paris and I’m constantly thirsty. The city has consistently kept temperatures above 85 degrees and the humidity IS NOT PLAYING. I also feel a perpetual need to walk eight miles a day and indulge in nothing but baguette and chocolate, so that could also be drying out my mouth, but…

Shout Out to Sancerre

It’s movie-selling time in the south of France this week, meaning that the creme de la creme (and actual festering pile of dung, Woody Allen) are all going to be sipping rosé on the beach, while we simple folk enjoy turbulent pre-summer weather and potential Zika virus infection. Très charmant! Thankfully, this means more hidden…