the distance between dijon and beaune is insignificance compare to the long journey that you have drove from lowland.
however, the short strip of country road is filled by endless patches of vineyard...
and all the name of chateau that you once heard of, read about or ever had your moment to sip on the wine
it's a surreal moment as you have only been chasing after the
tulip fields during spring season in the lowland but now you stood beside the grapevine and the green vine leaves glistered in the late afternoon sun and project the golden reflection.
to you that's the perfect description of golden hills. not the vineyards that will eventually harvest wine and transport to all over the world and bring in the gold. to you, the moments when the grape vine leaves glister in gold reflection of the sun shine is it. the moment is precious where you literally pulled the car to the side and walk into the vineyard, observing the very small grapes and enjoying the symmetric view of the vine.
love the moments.
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