Domaine Costeplane at Vinopolis

That was a very interesting day. With the exception of travelling on the underground at rush hour, which I hated, it was very enjoyable. We arrived at Vinopolis at 09.00 as they were unloading the pallets of wine that the exhibitors were having delivered. The halls were beautifully laid out for the over 70 wine producers from all over France. On a practical point the wine was cold, so cold that you couldn't possibly sample the reds, so it was a relief that only a few people turned up during the morning session, which then allowed the red stuff (that's a bit too technical - Ed.) to get up to speed. Vincent speaks English quite well but understands it less well, especially when it is gabbled and spoken quickly. But then that's true for all of us. The afternoon session was an undoubted success. The place was buzzing. We had a steady stream of tasters, some just out for a good time and others serious. What was fascinating, was to hear Vincent point out the 'tourists', those that were not serious wine buyers, as we watched their over elaborate and unnecessary tasting rituals. A process that's very specific and that doesn't actually take too long. But hey, if they order some wine then they can stand on their heads for all I care.

The afternoon was also very valuable for us, because Toby K very kindly visited us with contacts that he knows and Kevin got out of his sick bed later in the afternoon. Good effort chaps, and many, many thanks. Vincent made several very interesting contacts which the optimist in me thinks will be converted to sales. Hmnnn, but we have all been there before, haven't we? We shall see.

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Business over and after a couple of pints in the Dog and Duck in Soho, we walked round to The Red Fort, 77 Dean Street, 020 7437 2525, for a curry. Forget flock wallpaper, this is a beautifully decorated and very posh curry house and the food is excellent. After the strident music in the pub, it was a haven of peace and calm. The service was understated and elegant and Vincent couldn't get over the man who opened the toilet door for you and handed you a towel when you needed it. This is no ordinary toilet, this is a Red Fort toilet! Unfortunately you find nothing like this around Nimes or Montpellier. From your food obsessed corespondent in London, it's back to you in the studio. A good choice Kevin, thank you.