Beau temps à Beaujolais
When blogger Jeanine Donofrio of "Love and Lemons" visited by herself, she instantly fell for Beaujolais. She soaked in "the hilltop views, the lavender fields, the food, the wine (of course)," of the region that straddles the northern Rhône and southern Saône-et-Loire in central-eastern France, but knew one thing was missing: her travel partner (and husband) Jack Mathews. So she returned with him during their wedding anniversary, and whether it was the romance of the date, Beaujolais' golden buildings, or its eponymous wine, the love was flowing as much as the Gamay.
Beaujolais is as lovely as its name. Just around the corner from Lyon, the "gastronomic capital of France," it's replete with rolling hills and medieval villages, striped with vineyards up to the Massif Central mountains. The absurd fecundity of the area has been coveted since before the Roman colonization, though they were the first to plant the seed of grape-growing which has made Beaujolais so famous. It was the exile of the Gamay grape from Burgundy (an edict of Duke Philip the Bold in 1395), however, when the star of Beaujolais truly rose. Banished south, Gamay found roots in the rounded hills of Beaujolais.
In the name
Clearly, wine and Beaujolais are indivisible. The same soil that birthed the golden stone that so enchanted Donofrio packed the perfect proportions of schist and granite that made Gamay flourish, and she toured the vineyards and wineries that turn the grapes into the beloved wine.
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