This Wednesday April 7, a new icy twilight descended on Beyne and its Chablis hillsides - as everywhere in France, where a polar cold follows the beautiful spring days.
In a country once again under a bell, is it a consolation to make confinement more bearable?
One finds oneself thinking of Baudelaire: “
An obscure atmosphere envelops the city, with some bringing peace to others with concern.
“Because the time is not for reverie for Rémy Briffe: it is a new vigil of arms which begins, like the day before and the day before.
At the wheel of his van, his face tired from too long sleepless nights, the head of cultivation of Domaine Louis Moreau is about to roam the vineyard roads again, a solitary sentry watching for the slightest warning on the thermometers sown between his vines. .
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It is found shortly before the stroke of midnight, in a poorly lit street of this village where the largest brands of the appellation
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