On Wednesday, we went to the wine festival up in the castle district. Every year it's more expensive, and every year it's harder to find decent wines for fewer than 4 tasting tickets (my favourite turned out to be what's considered French table wine - low maintenance am I). But the atmosphere is unbeatable, with sweeping, lit-up views of the city below. Later in the night, a bunch of big-bellied men wearing moustaches and wine glasses niftily hanging from their apron strings broke out into song accompanied by accordion. Singing sommeliers?
Instead of going to the wine festival again yesterday, we opted for a wine bar just below the castle where we had a nice Cabernet Franc grown by two Dutch guys with the help of Tiffan
, accompanied by smoked goose, mangalica and trout. A very civilised evening indeed. Which, in keeping with the classy tone, we then followed up with pints of beer and Lucky Strikes.
Now, I can't stop listening to Camille
's Le fil
. The production quality is amazing, and the clarity and timbre of her voice is mesmerising, especially when she doesn't quite hit the notes at the bottom. There's very little instrumentation - some horns, African drums, bass - the rest of it as a cappella, with all kinds of sound effects. And there's a tone that runs through the whole album; a bit gimmicky, but maybe that's why the album is so lulling.