Thursday, Sep 1. Visited a Beaujolais winery. Very nice drive with a briefing on the history of the grape. Echoed my own readings. Very pretty winery, with both a barrel room and cask room, connected by a claustrophobic tunnel. Why there was a tunnel wasn’t explained. Vineyard was odd in that there were bare spaces. Head trained vines. Where the vines weren’t producing, they were simply pulled out. Tasting was Virginia style, I.E.  one ounce pours, vice California’s two (or more) ounce pours. White wine was good, one red wine was very good. Interestingly, the last Beaujolais tasted very much like a Pinot. (We were told several times about the good and bad regarding the history of marketing Beaujolais Nouveau.) 

Visited the village from which Beaujolais got its name. Nothing special. Lunch on the ship listed many odd options. I went with old faithful cheeseburger. With pickles: ugh.

We spent the afternoon on a food walk around Lyon. Very good fun. (I decided to leave my camera behind. Pastry, Cheese, Chocolate, and beef.) Mostly good: the goat cheese was horrible to me. The chocolate was very interesting and different. While we were walking, the ship repositioned to Veinne. Slept during the drive.