Barbra Austin

We went to Le Repaire de Cartouche to drink, but we ate surprisingly well.

An Aussie looking for a new girlfriend or perhaps her liquid replacement. A young woman on crutches who won a trip to Paris on, I kid you not, The Price is Right. Her posse of so-Cal gal pals. A red-suited lady with a voice clearly cultivated in Manhattan. A cheerful, Brunello-loving couple from Colorado. A Japanese fashionista.

What do these people have in common? They were all at a recent Tour de France of Wine at O-Chateau, ostensibly to learn something about les vins de France. Did they retain anything from the two hour, six wine tasting? I’m doubtful.

Did they enjoy themselves? Oh yes.