Greetings from a sunny & surprisingly warm Southern California. My week has been filled so far with Mexican breakfast burritos, pints of Haagen-Daz ice cream, and the marvels of American customer service - translation: I've already done just the tiniest bit of shopping. Merci beaucoup Target.
There was also a very lovely (& lively) tree-decorating party on Thursday night, and let's just say I forgot all about the theme of wearing your ugliest Christmas-sweater...and not too sure leather ever goes well on a sweater. Needless to say, there were some very impressive candidates that night.
And besides the fact that smallish men in Renaults aren't trying to run me off the road here, it all seems light years away from a little place we like to call Provence.
And especially far from the Bandol wine festival we attended last Sunday called the Millesime.
Complete with tastings, music, & games from the turn-of-the-century (let's not let the PETA people in on the rabbit-drome), the festival celebrates the current year's harvest and the Bandol wines themselves are fresh in the barrel.
Apart from a pleasing red from the well-known Chateau Pradeaux, you're not likely to taste the finest wines of the region given Bandols need at minimum a one-year maturation period (at least that's what the Vins de Bandol website tells me). And that might help explain why with our 4 euro glass we tasted over 15 different domains- although with those huge pours, no one was complaining.
Instead, the Millesime is a real regional celebration; marking the end of the Bandol cultivation season & a chance to really let your hair down. And just maybe dance a jig or two.
Bon weekend a tous from les USA!
Bandol Millesime Dancing from Tuula Mattson on Vimeo.