Yesterday was the last day of bvacation/b. Far from being sad, or rushed, as last days often can, this one was magical. We awoke to a perfectly blue sky over the slopes of Pommard, the pool shimmering in the sun and the vines of Clos Derri?re St. Jean ... Then my wife and daughter, god bless them, indulged me by letting me give them a walking vineyard tour of Musigny, Les Amoureuses, and Combe d'bOrveau/b. I prattled on about the minutiae of the vine age in assorted parcels, ...
