My first stop in France (besides the airport in Paris) was Bordeaux, where I stayed with a friend of a friend. She served me grapes and while I am a fan of all fruits, these grapes are worthy of their own post. They were the sweetest I had had in a long time; they reminded me of the kind you find in Brazil. She told me they were from Italy and it just made me pause. They were not seedless, so they were as God intended them to be; to be eaten with a bit of bitterness, or to be eaten with a bit of work by spitting out the seeds. Either way, there is something truly lovely about biting into something that you know is organic without the need for a label to tell you so. Tasting such grapes kind of made it makes sense why you always see the rich in movies about Ancient Greece eating grapes; their natural form is quite divine.
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