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In Search of Lost Wine
Childhood among the vineyards
(Getty Images/Philippe Sainte-Laudy Photography)


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As we all learned young from Peter Pan, human beings have somewhere within them a happy thought that is sufficiently delicious to enable them to fly. Strangely for such an Americaphile, mine is a memory of France.

I was 21 years old, lying in a hammock with a good book on my knee. To my right were endless rows of vineyards, the stalks shifting slightly in the breeze; to my left, I could see down the old, broken, cobbled streets behind the house that we had rented. And in my right hand was a glass of wine.


Contents
December 16, 2013    |     Volume LXV, No. 23

Articles
Features
  • An elegy for Appalachia.
  • International law will not make them humane.
  • A look at an extraordinary prison in Texas.
Cigars & Drink
Books, Arts & Manners
Sections
The Long View  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Athwart  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Poetry  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Happy Warrior  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .