Buy Cheap Wine In Paris

I choose my wine by how beautiful the label is . . . and of course, by the price. As most of you wine connoisseurs know, the wines in my price range can usually be found by squatting down to the bottom shelf in the grocery store. No different here in Paris.

Well, today as I walked the 16th arrondissement, I happened on what appeared to be a nice-sized grocery store. Most of the grocery stores in our area, the historic area, are quite small, like glorified Zippy Marts.

I breeze through this store, taking photos of the cool seafood and butcher areas, the fresh vegetables and fruits, then I come to a beautiful wine section. I squat down to take a photo of the extraordinary, beautifully designed wine labels on the bottom shelf (trying to illustrate the incredible bargains) and just as I’m about to click the shutter, I hear this lovely male voice behind me utter something that sounded like French with a southern accent.

Okay, picture the scene: I’m squatting down, and of course at my age, getting up quickly is not an option. Still down, I turn and look to see who is behind me and, as we say in the South, I ‘tump over’ right in front of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Legs go everywhere.

I do the best I can to compose myself, and not to embarrass the reputation of the rest of American women. He extends his hand to help me up and says something – that sounds – very sweet.

Well, he’s the wine sommelier and he speaks beautiful British English. He tells me his life story, admitting to being Canadian by birth.  His parents emmigrated to England where he received most of his formal education. Being so accessible to France, his family vacationed frequently in this country. He moved here when he met, as he said, “the love of my life.” Here’s been here ever since.

I didn’t buy a bottle of wine from him because I was just beginning my day’s walk and didn’t want to risk breaking the bottle.

But I’ll return tomorrow for one. Just to thank him for being such a lovely part of my day.

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Please excuse errors. There are lots!

13 Comments
  • Jane K.
    Posted at 13:41h, 13 September Reply

    Too bad he’s ALREADY met the love of his life!

  • kim Bolton
    Posted at 14:10h, 13 September Reply

    Bring me a bottle!!

    • Lisa weldon
      Posted at 17:25h, 13 September Reply

      I bought you one but I drank it. Sorry!

      • kIM bOLTON
        Posted at 18:21h, 13 September Reply

        Merde!!!

  • Shannon
    Posted at 15:39h, 13 September Reply

    Who says the view isn’t good down by the cheap stuff. He probably made everything beautiful…except your TUMP! Wish I was with you!
    Shannon

  • amanda
    Posted at 15:40h, 13 September Reply

    You should have split it with him and then you wouldn’t have had to worry about breaking it. I’m clever like that.

  • Chloe Jeffreys
    Posted at 08:44h, 15 September Reply

    Today is the 15th, so I’m hoping you made it back there for your bottle of wine. Both the wine and the man sound delicious.

  • Mary Jane Burns
    Posted at 10:37h, 15 September Reply

    Could it be that “the love of his life” is wine?!

  • Joanna
    Posted at 10:40h, 15 September Reply

    “Legs everywhere.” Thanks for making my day.

    • Joanna
      Posted at 10:41h, 15 September Reply

      I’m sorry. Was this a blog about wine? I forgot.

  • Lisa weldon
    Posted at 11:04h, 15 September Reply

    Y’all are too funny!

  • mandyvolpe
    Posted at 15:31h, 06 June Reply

    Glad I am not the only one who chooses wine by the label!

    • lisaweldon
      Posted at 11:33h, 08 June Reply

      At least, hopefully, you don’t tump over!

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