Glassblowing, wine making and other ways to get lost and found: a journey about taking chances, falling in love, and the daily pitfalls of giving everything up to start a new life in southern France
They will burn the Pailhasses later tonight, and we’ll attend…but the hoses are out, the tarps are coming down, and people are peeling off their sodden clothes in the street. The smell is incredible. A couple shots of the street…
Purple streets?
Thick smelly fermented wine barrel sludge.
Does not sound or smell appetizing!