The next day we drove to the nearby village of Riquewihr, then took a taxi three villages on to Ribeauvillé, with the intention of hiking back from wine village to wine village, through the vines.
Our plans were almost scuppered when the taxi driver informed us there was a wine festival happening that very minute in Ribeauvillé and for 10 euros, we could refill our glasses all day long. Maybe we could just stop for one glass…?? Just one?
But no, indulging in wine before the walk would be quite likely to mean we didn’t get around to walking at all and would end up spending another day with tired grumpy bored kids. So walk we did, right on by that bright little festival, up the main rue through all the cutsie shops selling macarons and table linens and Christmas decorations and pretzels, past all the wine caves and cafés and out amongst the vines.
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It looks amazing. You’re very good resisting that wine festival. I don’t think I could!