CHRISTOPHE had never seen Le Palais de la Cite covered in snow before, as he had only been supplying pinot grapes to the royal palace for a couple of months. This was the winter’s first snowfall, and the virgin white blanketed the estate in such a way that it was as if he were entering a fairytale.
The Cistercian monastery which grew the fresh f…
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