Today I am writing from the heart of Burgundy and the capital of the Burgundian wine trade, Beaune, France. I am here for the annual Hospices de Beaune—one of the original wine fairs and celebrations. Every where you go in the town, there are places to taste Burgundy wine, street vendors selling every Burgundian specialty, and wall-to-wall people. It would be a dream come true except I have a cold. Not just any cold, but by far the worst cold in memory, which means I can not smell a thing. It won’t stop me from trying to absorb all I can, though. Before I run (well, more of a saunter) out the door, I have one reminder for you:
- The deadline for the latest Monthly Wine Writing Challenge (#MWWC36) is this Monday (11/20)! All the information can be found HERE.
I have been a frequent visitor to the local pharmacy.
Have a Safe Saturday!
the drunken cyclist 
Oh, no! Cold meds will kill your palate. I’m sure you’ll get great pics and the wine will make you feel better.
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The wine does help but I wish I could better smell them!
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Immediate thought on seeing that photo was that you were stock piling hangover cures… Not sure if that is more of a reflection on me or you? Hope the nose clears up soon though. (Man flu is a myth by the way)
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I did think about the hangover aspect, but I am afraid I will go through them all before I ever feel like coming close to over-indulging!
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