Visited the vineyards of Marie-Therese Chappaz. Walked down the vineyards. Loved the scenery but hated the walk. It’s all narrow walkways, uneven stone stairways, steep slopes of foliage over slippery gravel… I’m surprised I didn’t fall off the bloody mountain.
The woman is a mountain goat. She’s just plowing ahead, not a care in the world, passionately talking about her vines, giving instructions to the people working everything by hand, and organizing her daughter’s 30th birthday over the phone…
