A throwback post for Long-form Friday. April 2009 — Venice, Italy In the blackest hours, a train snakes its way through the darkness of the Czech Republic, through the slumbered quiet of a dozen Austrian towns. It rises like the sun over the Alps, descending like a sigh into the Italian dawn. It coasts into the…
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Imagine. You’re sitting in a patch of sunlight in a garden of almost Biblical beauty. A small stream runs alongside you. The bricks beneath your feet are warm from the heat of the day, but the glass of white wine in your hand is cool. A duck and her ducklings—their soft baby down fuzzing them…
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I’m embarrassed to say that despite being from Northern California, I haven’t actually been to Napa, and have only been to Sonoma once. By no means am I any sort of connoisseur of wines or vintages—but I do enjoy tastings, tours, and the general atmosphere of each individual winery. Georgia’s Château Élan was no exception. Here’s…
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