Chatellerault .01

It couldn’t get any more French than this. Today we visited family at a near by village called Chatellerault. Being a Saturday, the whole family and their friends were there, they’d just arrived back from a morning spent picking grapes from their own vineyard, six kilometres up the road. Three barrels of grapes, both red and white, were poured into a giant concrete tub, stirred, pounded and left to ferment for two weeks. Totalling around 175 litres of homemade red wine. We got to taste the five-minute-version, extra fresh, a little bitter and full of natural sucrose!