It's been well documented that I do like me some wine (when in France/Rome, right?)
So when friends come to visit, I just have to escort them to the wine-soaked region of St. Emilion. Have to.
And of course I dress to match the red wine.
Keeping warm in those temperature-regulated caves. |
This church carved out of the rock face BLEW MY MIND. |
Happy for patting catties. |
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