When I returned to the Jura, I found its beauty.
I'm not sure why the exquisite rurality of the Jura escaped me when I came here last week with Russell Hone, maybe because we didn't actually climb up the best road to Chateau Chalone or find the correct windy roads in Poligny or Arlay, or Etoile?
The Jura is rare.
True are the fossils, the land is raffled with them. When have I seen cows strolling through vineyards, grazing as if nuzzling the earth?
Last night, most memorable Bonard Chamonard Poulsard. 1990 Dugois Savignin.
And after five days, the Puffeney Poulsard still ruled.
More from the next stop.
(more soon)

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