Jet lagged, I teetered out the train station, Matt Kling, Amy Lillard's husband picked me up in Avignon. So far, I've been to the station twice in my life but never set foot in that much touristed city. On the way to their house we stopped off so I could see the progress in the La Gramiere vineyard. All lush, beautiful and happy, the grenache seemed perky and pleased to be luxuriating in their hard limestone habitat. Wild mint, thyme filled the air. And then this curry. The curry I smelled in Chateauneuf when I thought someone was cooking but it was in the air. We went around the vineyards like pigs, rooting around for the culprit. Found! So exciting. Sorry for the inarticulateness, I could barely talk english. I was in need of caffeine, wine and food, but at least I got a good whiff.