I’m over here right now and have spent a lot more time walking around vineyards than I have in the past. It occurred to me that there are no bathroom facilities basically anywhere in or around vineyards. I realize most vineyards there are carved up into many sections and having innumerable mobile bathrooms would be unsustainable. Still, if you’re in the middle of Le Charlemagne on a terribly steep slope and the second cup of morning coffee is kicking in…
Realize it’s not the most awesome of topics but wondered what the story is and if anyone knew.
Well, it’s been a while since I worked on the family farm picking peaches and changing irrigation lines (Rhone Valley, south of Valence) but I don’t think there’s been a change in the general view/attitude (for better or worse) that nature’s calling in nature is natural : )
My first day ever harvesting, 2011.
In Romanée Saint Vivant w Arnoux Lachaux, mom Florence head of the team.
As we’re finsihing up, a Polish guy squats, takes a massive dump.
Business as usual, apparently.