Chicken

Well, I went into Uzès tonight, by myself, since Matt is still in Shanghai. They were serving our wine at "Terroirs", but I chickened out.  I didn't really have the guts to walk up to the table and ask to take their picture!  I did see the manager and asked him how the wine was being received. He said very well and that it was  "delicieux"!  Great! That means if he likes it, then he will sell lots of it! 

There wasn't any room at Terroirs for me to sit, so I went to our favorite crêperie in Uzès, La Bolée. (sorry the photo is kind of dark, but you can see the TV on the wall.)  Lo and behold (this is very American of me) France was playing Spain in the World Cup.  It really is contagious.  I am not a person to sit around and watch sports, but even in Uzès, every bar and even some restaurants have flat screen televisions for all of their customers to watch the games.  Someone must be making a lot of money on television rentals right now, if every terrace of every bar in Uzès has TVs. Imagine what it's like in the bigger cities.  The owner's little boy had come to watch the game, and as I was alone, I offered him a seat at my table.  His father was beside himself with excitement and tension. His mom had to come help his dad with the service since once the game started he was all but useless.  The little boy, whose name I think was Tristan, explained why Zidane had missed the last game and a few other important points to me.  He was obviously a big fan, and I was obviously clueless.  When Spain scored the first goal on a penalty kick, the whole town went quiet and you could have cut the air with a knife.  Then France came back with a goal, and everything was better. Cheers went up from around the city. "Allez les Bleus"  (Go Blues) was shouted from every bar, every house.  There's something magical about a whole country, even a whole continent, that stops for a brief moment to cheer their respective teams.  There's nothing quite like it in the US, besides maybe, the Olympics, but that's several sports and several teams, not simply one country against another.  All of France was watching, as I'm sure all of Spain was as well. I left the restaurant at half time and finished the game at home.  France went on to score two more goals, one on a penalty kick, one more by Zidane.  In the end I felt sorry for Spain, but thrilled at the same time for the home team!  Next round Brazil, now that should be a tough one.  "Allez les Bleus!"

Comments

[Fritz Krieger]

Amy...You should not have chickend out. You are so darn charming that anyone would be complimented to have you ask them a question. My opinion? Try it again, pick a table of Brits or Americans (who love the opportunity to speak with ANYONE who speaks English), and ask them. Your story, the wine's story is so interesting, I assure you they will not only tell you how they liked the wine, but....you will give them a great vacation story (and I bet they will buy a few extra bottles to bring home to augment the story). You know.."After all we met the Vineyard owner...and she said...."

[Fritz Krieger]

Oh, and PS---We don't get the soccer thing here in the heartland, but only 70 or so days till football season.

[Terry Hughes]

I second what Fritz said, Amy. They'd have loved you and the story and they would retell it dozens of times, building up a ince word of mouth for you. Just hope they'd get the name of the wine exactly right.