Life's a Stitch

In the afternoon we were escorted by more friends of Bruce for a tour of the town of Cognac. Sister Salvatore, my high school French teacher would be proud at how much I understood given my French grades. Must be all the knowledge gleaned from living over half my life in Canada and reading cereal boxes.

We stopped at the Hennessey company for a tour and tasting.

Some of their casks still hold cognac from the 1800's.

I'm sorry to say, as interesting as the production process is, cognac is not my thing. C benefitted from my share of the tasting. 

 On the road we passed by some escargot in the roundabout, larger than this morning's hitchhiker in the grapes, from yesterday's post.