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The Princess I'm referring to in the post title is me (obviously, but I'm guessing you knew that already). When The London's arrived in The LPV before our trip to Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Avignon, Mrs. London presented me with a tiara for the weekend, because she knows that everyone should be treated like royalty on their birthday (she's a clever one that Mrs. London). And that pretty much set the tone for my birthday weekend because I was spoiled rotten, like a princess should be.
My fourth of February birthday festivities began before January was even over. Thursday the 31st to be exact when Mr. & Mrs. London arrived in The LPV in the afternoon. The Husband was still at work so we went for a long walk, watched Berry Gordy's The Last Dragon (a childhood favorite), and took it easy, because we all knew that we were in for a doozy of a weekend. And it was a doozy. A marvelous, dizzy of a doozy.
We arrived in Châteauneuf-du-Pape on Friday just in time for lunch and not having any plans to eat anywhere in particular, we strolled through the village, stopped outside La Mère Germaine, looked at the menu, looked at each other, shrugged, and walked in. What a happy accident that was! The decor was a bit '1982 hotel' but the service was impeccable and the food scrumptious, like bites of heaven on your fork.
After lunch we strolled through the village, looking out for signs that read 'dégustation'. We hit the jackpot with the first one we found. Red, white and rosé, set out ready to be tasted...
And a table with loads of delicious nibbles in case you find yourself feeling peckish (wine sampling can do that to you). We sampled a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and did our best to act like proper grown-ups.
But even though we loved the dégustations (all of them), acting like a grown-up for more than a few minutes is tiring, and must be shaken off immediately.