Red Wine

Paris is surely the center of the known universe. It cast its spell on me years ago and I’ve never been the same...

I first heard the siren song of Zinfandel while growing up in California.  Actually, it was my father who I need to thank.  He loved Zinfandels of all styles and he introduced me to their subtle complexities and chameleon-like nature...

I first heard the siren song of Bordeaux while living in the French village of St-Germain-en-Laye.  On our many trips to the region, we experienced the wines of Paulliac and Margaux in all their full-bodied elegance...

I fell in love with my wife a second time over a glass of Rioja one memorable night in Madrid.  En amor, as the Spanish say...

On a road trip from Venice to Marseille we had a “small accident” in Alba – the heart of Italy’s Piemonte region. Yes, I admit it; I was driving too fast in a small car...

We went with friends to a cooking school in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence.  It’s a gorgeous village in the Bouches-du-Rhône region.  Van Gough lived and painted there...

There’s a piazza in the Tuscan village of Mercatale where we were introduced to Italy. You know, the one you dream about...