Reims - walking, eating, and champagne (June 2-3)

[[Vegetarian alert: graphic meat descriptions and photos]]
We'd never been anywhere with so many reminders of World War II and in particular, of the Nazi occupation


Everywhere there are plaques about people who were deported, people who resisted.












The 19th-century synagogue itself is full of plaques.














(Incidentally, everywhere we went, even in small towns, tourist street signs directed us to synagogue buildings. In every case, the synagogues were built in the mid- to late 19th century. They were almost all not in use - and probably had not been in use since the deportations during the German occupation - but were in good shape.)



We did a lot of hoofing around town, as we always do, getting nice and tired. On a trip to France, we view this exercise as necessary to justify the quantity of food we want to eat. We stopped for lunch at a modest cafe, near the music conservatory, which had a fixed price meal starting with a crudites plate which in France seems to mean a large number of different salads, mostly shredded vegetables like carrots and celeriac (personal favorite) and beets and cabbage, each dressed differently; this one also had lentils. In fact, our two salad plates had slightly different selections. Crudites were a very typical first course wherever we went, and always extremely good. This was followed by a very large main course - for me, potted lamb falling off the bone, extremely tasty, with golden navy-like beans; for Jimmy, a piece of salmon in a lot of sauce - not one of our better selections.

Then we tramped down to the part of town with the big concentration of champagne cellars (including Veuve-Cliquot, Pommery, and Piper-Heidsieck). We took the Taittinger tour; some of the others are booked months in advance. Apparently, part of the city's raison-d'etre is its limestone caves; the champagne makers are clustered in an area with these limestone formations. According to our tour guide, the Gallo-Romans dug out limestone for building materials; later, monks (for whom we can thank for so many beverages) discovered that the remaining caves and pits were ideal places to make and store wine.

From what we understand, champagne is expensive for at least two reasons besides the marketplace: the special very difficult growing conditions for the grapes (inhospitable soil that makes them grow extraordinarily deep roots; relatively short growing season; etc.); and the many processes in producing wine by the methode champenoise. There's a lot to know about champagne's cultivation and production, and we met a number of people who knew a lot of it - plenty of tourists come to Reims mainly for the champagne, to enjoy, to sample, and to buy direct from makers. Harvests are very hectic affairs, as champagne has to be pressed immediately and on site, when the grapes are ready, requiring a suddenly much-increased dedicated and somewhat skilled workforce.


After our visit to the St Remi basilica, we walked back to the middle of town to the Beaux Arts museum, primarily to see the Tsuguhara Fujita exhibit. So interesting to discover him, never having heard of him. You can read about him in Wikipedia etc. He hung out in Paris being wild and crazy with Soutine, Modigliani, Leger, and lots of women. Late in his life, after adventures in Latin America and Japan, he came back to France, converted to Catholicism, was baptised in the Reims Cathedral, and created a chapel in the Mumm gardens on the north side of Reims 1966. Alas, we were unable to visit the chapel, but the museum exhibit was a knockout.

The rest of our day included a coup de champagne (that is, a glass) at a cafe, a look at the cathedral to see the setting sun, a walk to the market district, where we ate outside at a sophisticated cafe - quiche, and steak with the best roast potatoes ever. I had the same stupid delayed reaction to the quiche ("oh, it's quiche Lorraine!" - as in Lorraine, the region we were going to next) as I had when we had square, thick-crust pizza in Sicily ("what do they call this kind of pizza at home?").



Most of the small champagne makers are in not in Reims or Epernay but in small villages surrounded by the vineyards where all legitimate champagne grapes are grown. The next morning we drove through some of that countryside south of Reims, getting out of the car a few times to walk along the vines (there are no fences), and to take a look at a sculpture we read about in Guide Michelin.

















We stopped at the Dumenil "cellar" (really, a big house at the edge of a village, facing vineyards) for a tasting (we chose this one because it had a clear welcome sign; we had no idea of protocols and wanted a place that would treat us like beginners) in the village of Chigny-les-Roses. The small companies tend to make champagne from their own grapes; they make some of their money selling grapes to the larger companies, which may use their own grapes only for their more expensive champagnes. It is all extremely place-specific. The villages were designated as (few) "premier cru" or (very few) "grand cru" early in the 20th century; these designations are main determinants of price. Chigny is "only" a "premier cru" village.

At Dumenil we were seated in what was very like a small showroom, and were attended by Audrey, a kind of guide, who spoke very good English and was charming and patient. We sampled (in ascending price order) their basic Brut, their Blanc de noirs (champagne made entirely from black-skinned grapes), and a vintage 2002 (single-vintage champagnes are only made in good years). There doesn't seem to be a limit on how many wines one can sample, or how expensive and exclusive they can be, but when you know you aren't going to buy, you do feel wrong about going too far. We were the first visitors of the day, and Audrey opened the bottles especially for us, and drank along with us (before us, really) to make sure the bottles were fine. We swear, we did not drink three full glasses at 10 in the morning. Ignore the slightly fuzzy look we have in the picture. (From what we saw in France, there is always a kind of a spittoon nearby; and there is never any food, not even a piece of bread.) We liked all three champagnes; Jimmy preferred the blanc de noirs, while I also liked the 2002. But we just bought a half-bottle of brut and went on our way. (We learned more about the protocols much later, on the Route du vin in Alsace).







































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June 1-2 Reims Cathedral
Intro to our trip

Next post will be on June 3, Madeleine and Stanislas and our trip to Nancy.