So, this is how it happened.
We stumbled into a Parisien equivalent of the the Econ Mini-Mart (now a highly endangered specie) in search of bottled water (something we do on a daily basis) when I ambled over to the wine section and struck metaphorical gold.
Bourdeux wine for slightly more than 4 Euros. I swear I felt a little giddy from glee. I just need to pick one. Or two. Or a dozen. But maybe just one – for now.
And as prophesied by millions of wine-guzzling alcoholics from all over the world, it was great.