Last night we travelled 20 km, crossed a linguistic border, laughed our way through an English pantomime in the middle of French vineyards… and discovered what might be the only truly undrinkable wine in the region. A full house, forgotten lines, expat theatrics, genuine charm, and one tragic glass at the bar — click in for Dick Whittington, amateur brilliance, and the evening’s real drama. 🍷🎭
