
We spent a couple of days in January with two of our dear friends in the Champagne Region of France in the divine Chateau d'Etoges. Champagne was quiet and cold and silent. And the snow made it almost black and white. It was quite the shock returning from an Australian summer, but it was so glorious I could have stayed there for a month cruising through the vineyards, stopping in for champagne dégustation and stepping into little inns for hot lunches.


Burning the dead vines.

Cold ducks.

You know it!

Pommery cave - the magnums.

A bit of colour...

Mini snow-lady.



