I drove through the town of St. Chinian one afternoon rather late. I stopped and cannot remember exactly why. Possibly I needed un café, money, or some such item that seems to infuse the day (today it was toilet paper and water!). I know that the light was seductive and the wind was blowing voraciously as leaves swirled around my feet. I realized somewhat later that this town was very inviting and made a point to return. I did so some days later and found a not unsimilar afternoon. I needed a coffee, money, the sun was setting, the wind was blowing but the temperature had dropped precipitously. I found my way into a small bar that turned out to be THE place. The local vigneron wondered in two by three and shortly the brisk out of doors had moved inside and was warm and full of conversation both in English and French. There was some intermingling and finally I ended up chatting with two couples from Australia that could not have been more engaging. They were totally into food and wine and were hooked up with the winemaker from Giaconda (a superb Aussie winery) who has an apartment in St. Chinian.
There happens to be an incredible wine shop here as well.
Before blowing off the whole evening I took a couple of photos.
Town Center
The Grounds of the Mairie
The Mairie
The Photo is the Caption
