So last Thursday, after visiting Château d’Yquem, Mother, SPARKY and I began our seven hour car ride to the Champagne region. Have I mentioned how much I love having an iPod and a Kindle?
We made a slight detour about halfway there while in the Loire Valley to visit the town of Chenonceau, home of the UNESCO World Heritage Site Château de Chenonceau. It was a breathtaking home, with a kitchen I’d want even without all of the modern appliances because the wood-burning bread oven is all I need to be happy!
What I think impressed me the most about the Château, however, was the fact that fireplaces were actually in use and it had the feel of an actual home with few ropes to keep you five feet from the item. I wish other places did that because it makes you feel as if you’re in someone’s home and not a museum. Beneath is a photo of the Gallery, which spans the width of the river upon which the Château sits:
The gardens are also breathtaking, both the formal and informal. The formal gardens look like what you’d expect any château to have while the informal garden, which is really a vegetable and flower garden, was more impressive in my opinion. While it is very formal, with everything labeled and in perfect rows, there are some parts where the grounds staff seems to be somewhat creative:
There were also tulips planted for everywhere, which created this amazing rainbow of colors:
These flowers are actually used in floral arrangements inside the rooms of the Château, which is really interesting because it adds to the sense that this is someone’s home and not just a museum.
Now, as if any of our homes look like that unless it’s photo shoot day, but still, it’s a nice touch.
The Formal Gardens:
Before leaving, I got this photo looking down the main drive to the Château:
If only that driveway weren’t dirt.
Even though it is kind of a schlep to get there, I really enjoyed myself and again, that’s really because you feel as though you’re not in a museum, but really in someone’s home that is open for the garden tour.
We finally left as everything was closing and continued driving toward our destination in Vinay. Again, I’m so glad I have a Kindle and an iPod. I made it about nine chapters of my book, “I am Charlotte Simmons,” by the time we arrived in Éparnay for dinner. I’ll discuss that book at another time; even though it’s about things that aren’t new to a college student like myself, reading about them seems to make them sound shocking.
Our hotel in Vinay left me with mixed emotions. On one hand, the staff was very courteous and made our stay lovely, but at the same time, for what we were paying, I was kind of shocked about the hotel itself. We stayed at the Relais & Châteaux Hostellerie La Briqueterie and for a company that prides itself on being a luxury brand, the hotel was old and looked more than ready for a renovation. That said, we weren’t there to see the hotel since I didn’t see a champagne vineyard in the backyard.
In case y’all don’t know, there isn’t a town called Champagne. Rather, it is a region about three hours from Paris that is the only place in the world where sparkling wine can actually be called Champagne. Unlike Bordeaux where the vineyards are where everything takes place, the grapes used to produce champagne come from vineyards that are spread throughout the region and so bottling takes place mostly in the towns of either Épernay or Reims. What visitors to the region see are the caves, which is where the champagne is stored in the bottle while it matures. It may not sound that interesting until you realize you’re staring at 2,000 bottles of champagne just sitting there in one alcove and then you get a sense of just how amazing it is.
Our tour on Friday was in Épernay and it was to the biggest Champagne house in the region, Moët & Chandon, one of the cornerstone companies in Bernard Arnault’s LVMH. Also located at the Moët & Chandon house is Dom Perignon, which what we thought we were signed up to see. Apparently, we were wrong.
You don’t see the production in person at the Champagne houses; instead, a video, this one narrated by the actress Scarlett Johansson and is actually available to watch on their website, tells you a brief history of the house and then of the production of the champagne before ending with a lengthy spiel about how the house’s champagne is so luxurious, it’s associated with the most luxurious events and people; it stands for luxury. Y’all, we know that if you just want to half-ass it with champagne, you buy someone a bottle of Moët and that if you want to actually go all out for someone, you go for the LVMH brands of either Dom Perignon or my favorite, Krug, which isn’t open to the public.
After the video ended, we proceeded down into the caves to see where the bottles are being aged before being sent around the world to be sold. All those magnums! To say I had a an out-of-body experience down there would be a gross understatement. Let me be perfectly open with y’all and say that in my mind, this is what Heaven looks like.
While on the Moët tour, I did get to see something I’ve wanted to see since first learning about it since November, a Nabuchadnezzar, which is the largest size bottle of Champagne, roughly equivalent to twenty ordinary bottles of champagne. SPARKY said no.
After downing a few glasses of Moët, the traditional Impérial and then the Rosé Impérial, which I had never before tasted and rather enjoyed, we entered gift shop. Now, I went into this whole tour planning on purchasing a bottle of Andy Warhol-inspired POP ART 2002 Vintage because I just loved the idea and the colors on those labels were so outrageous that I just had to have one. Then I realized that I had purchased so many other bottles of wine that I was fast-approaching a limit of some sort and decided that the set of six glasses with the Dom Pérignon logos from each of the six pop art colors would be just fine.
So, after my purchase, we said goodbye to the statue of M. Pérignon and headed a block down the road to lunch at La Grillade.
(The man who stole my heart over 300 years ago by inventing champagne, the monk Dom Pérignon)
La Grillade was so much fun. First of all, the chef and owner, M. Christophe Bernard does a little bit of everything; he’s part chef, part server, part bartender, part schmoozer and just plain fun. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and y’all would think it’s because maybe the food isn’t so good so he has to do something to get you to have a good time, but in reality, the food was divine! If memory, and my stomach, serves me correctly, I had duck, which was prepared in the fire place in the dining room and then an ice cream sundae, which was so good! I know, it’s sad, but the chef recommended it to me personally, so how could I say no? Since we were in the Champagne region, I decided that only champagne would be drunk so why not have a glass with lunch after just having two at the tasting? We’re on vacation! To show that I’m clearly not the only one with that brilliant idea, the mantle of the fireplace in the dining room has eleven very tall vases filled with corks and the name of each month of the year on them. On the prep table for the dishes cooked in the fireplace, was April’s vase, already on its way to being filled up just two days into the new month:
So glad I could help fill it up!
After lunch, we drove to the nearby city of Reims, which has more than just a history with Champagne. Reims is actually home to one of the best preserved gothic cathedrals in the world, the UNESCO World Heritage Site Notre-Dame de Reims. What I found more interesting than its gothic architecture, which doesn’t really do a lot for me, was that this was the cathedral where the Kings of France came to be crowned. This makes sense though, because if you have to spend all day in one of those get-ups with that two-foot-tall wig on your head, you would need some champagne just to celebrate not blowing over in a breeze! Just across from the cathedral was a champagne store where I finally got to see a sabre in person! If only it weren’t 34,000€! The store’s owner, after I explained to him in French that SPARKY thinks its dangerous and blah, blah, blah something about glass getting in the bottle, me swallowing glass and dying, the owner, who looked not unlike the Agatha Christie-created detective Hercule Poirot, proceeded to explain to me, who then translated for SPARKY, that the pressure inside the bottle is so powerful that when you do in fact break the top off, the pressure forces all of that glass out away from the bottle, making it impossible to re-enter the bottle. That’s all I needed to hear! While there, we bought a demi-bottle of Krug since it’s my favorite champagne and it wasn’t possible to tour this trip (it’s only open to actual Krug lovers, which SPARKY and Mother are not; plus, you have to buy a lot of it in order to be considered a Krug lover, which I don’t, yet). Dinner that night was back in Épernay at Bistrot le 7, located at 7, rue des Berceaux (how fitting). I think we all had the sole, but the duck tar-tar before hand was excellent. The evening was a lot of fun and it’s not pretentious, but simple.
Saturday morning arrived and it was onward to Reims to visit Taittinger and Veuve Cliquot before returning to Paris for one final night. Now, I’m not a Taittinger man myself. I prefer Veuve, Bollinger, Dom, and mon amour, Krug, but Mother planned this so I just went along with it. Like Moët, there was a video, but no Scarlett Johansson and a much larger group of people, with children and the parents from Larchmont, so of course they thought their little shits were the greatest things since sliced bread. Though I do hope those idiot parents realize that their children need to be a lot smarter than they are if the goal is even a mediocre prep school in the city, so sorry. The visit in the Caves was interesting, but the champagne didn’t do a whole lot for me. It was just so-so. I blame the kids.
Between tour, we had a phenomenal last lunch in France at Le Jardin Brasserie on the grounds of Les Crayères hotel. It was warm enough to sit outdoors, which the restaurant had every single patron doing, and look out onto a private world that makes you forget you’re in a major French city. Wait, that might have just been the champagne talking. Mother and I had the Cod, which was so good (oh the butter) with a side of parmesan cheese-coated frites and haricot-verte while SPARKY I think had the salmon, which he said he liked; he eats so quickly that no one has a chance to try anything. Oh, and of course there was another glass of champagne pour moi!
Following lunch, we headed just down the road to visit the Veuve herself. Veuve Cliquot is a huge part of why I even wanted to visit the Champagne region. At the end of last year, I read Tilar Mazzeo’s biography of Barbe-Nicole Ponsardin Cliquot and the champagne house she created with her husband before his death and how she turned it into the multi-million dollar empire it has become today. “The Widow Cliquot” was what brought me to Reims and I was determined to get the most out of this visit. the caves, which Mother decided she didn’t need to see, where the grandest of them all, beginning with a grand staircase that was under-lit in Veuve Cliquot orange:
Okay, so maybe it isn’t quite Titanic, but I bet Kate Winslet would have walked down these steps to see Leo.
Even the floors have the Veuve’s seal on them:
Okay, that’s a little gauche, but I’ll let it slide.
Unlike the other houses, which seemed a bit stuffy, Veuve Cliquot was a bit more animated with everything done at the house somehow making its way back to being related to the Veuve. Even this new tunnel that was dug in 2005 has a painting of the Veuve facing it so that every employee there can be reminded of all of her hard work and brilliant ideas:
I’d call this a tunnel of love, but it leads to booze, which is more important.
The tour of the caves ended with some rather unique features though.
I still have no words to describe this hot mess and I’ve had a week to think about it!
The stairway back up to the tasting room was done in a really neat way because they have listed on every step the years that there have been Vintages champagnes. I found a 1989 so I guess now I need to get a bottle!
The champagne we tasted at Veuve Cliquot was also unlike the champagne we had at the two other houses since this was not the regular blend, but instead a glass of the 2004 La Grande Dame. It was the perfect end to the perfect tour. I bought a towel to wrap around my bottles at home.
One petrol station visit later and it was au revoir, Reims, au revoir, Champagne and bonjour, Paris! Since we had to be at the airport early in the morning on Sunday, we stayed at the airport Hyatt, which despite being very nice, didn’t even give you free wireless, which I found to be a bit tacky. But as if I had time to check my email. Paris awaited so we dropped off our bags and headed back into the city for one last night. I must say that SPARKY did a good job of driving in Paris, considering that those wild freaks on the motorcycles zip through and don’t pay any attention to anyone or anything in their way. We headed to Bon Marché’s new food hall, La Grande Epicerie de Paris, which may have been a trip highlight for me! Dozens of different types of sea salts (they even had citrus-infused sea salt), pâtes galore, desserts, the largest white asparagus any of us had ever seen, and then I saw my love; my favorite chocolate in the world, Cailler. The first Swiss chocolate company may today be owned by Nestlé, but it’s almost never seen outside the Swiss border so for me, this was such a treat! Naturally, I bought some. The food hall may not have the same beauty as Harrod’s infamous one, but it has the feel of a place where you can actually go and see real Parisians buying groceries to make dinner for that night. It’s not prissy and overdone, but simple and well-designed to suit the needs of the 21st Century shopper. Even if you don’t have anywhere to cook the food, just walk through and observe all the delicious food that the FDA won’t let us import!
As it was getting late, we headed to get dinner at La Cigale Récamier, which is known for its soufflés. We only had one for dessert, but it was divine. After dinner, we barely made it out of the parking garage since our car was so damn big and proceeded to leave Paris. This is where SPARKY showed his true stupidity. So while parked at a traffic light, I could see that he had a better view of the Eiffel Tower than I did and so I asked him to take the photo for me with his iPhone. This is what he gives me:
This isn’t a joke at all and when I asked him why he took a photo of a Paris traffic light, SPARKY honestly said, “Well it was lit up!” What’s worse is that I know he’s been to the top of the Eiffel Tour before because I schlepped him up there when I was nine! HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU MISTAKE THE EIFFEL TOUR?
At least he got the Arc de Triomphe right:
When we arrived at the Avis return area, it was closed and we had quite a difficult time returning the car, but we finally did, only to be nearly locked inside one of the terminals, which was closing for the night. Then, the hotel’s shuttle was nearly twenty minutes late arriving at the airport and so we didn’t get to sleep until very early Sunday morning because everything had to fit in the suitcases!
After a few hours of sleep, Mother, SPARKY, seven bags, and I boarded the shuttle back to Charles de Gualle. I got them checked in for their flight, said farewell, hopped the shuttle to Terminal 2G, and flew back to Italy exhausted, 5lbs heavier, hemorrhaging money like never before, and very, very happy!
This trip, more than all the others I’ve ever taken in my life, was probably the most rewarding because for the first time abroad, I wasn’t treated like an American visiting France because I used all of the French I learned over the course of the seven years I spent studying it and surprised not only myself, but SPARKY, Mother and a whole lot of French people, who all said that my accent was perfect (which is good to hear, especially since I spent four years getting that to where it is now). In all honesty, being told that I had a perfect accent and spoke French beautifully by French citizens was without a doubt the highest compliment I have ever received.
Do I think the trip was worth it? You bet. Any regrets? Yes, I should have gotten the bigger box of macarons at Ladurée and the other pair of Tod’s I tried on. Would I do it all over again tomorrow? Oh yes indeed.
Of all the friends I had when we sat around my kitchen table that night and talked about what we were going to do when we turned Twenty-one, I’m now the only one who actually carried it out and being able to say that is something I’ll always cherish. I wouldn’t call this the trip of a lifetime because I’d already been to Paris before this, but it was certainly my favorite trip I’ve taken because for once, I was able to show my parents something that interests me and introduce them to a part of France they would have otherwise never visited. Yes, we didn’t go to Spain, but that’s okay, because I don’t remember enough Spanish to get by and while it will be some time before we take another family trip to Europe, we’ll get there eventually, just as long as it comes after we see Asia, which is up next.
Until next time…
-JD