In the early autumn, I traveled with friends to the southwestern edge of France. There is the world of grapes, the grapes in the garden are already ripe, and there is a strong sweet fragrance everywhere, which makes people intoxicated. A small town surrounded by vineyards, beautiful and clean, the buildings are medieval but not outdated. A narrow street runs through the whole town, with supermarkets, gas stations, hospitals, elementary schools, and churches in twos and threes on both sides of the street in an orderly manner. This street is also the main passage connecting the outside of the town. There are not many pedestrians, and they are all leisurely and calm, revealing an authentic rural life atmosphere.
There is a winding creek on the north side of the town, which flows through many vineyards and provides sufficient moisture for the grapes. The stream is crystal clear, and you can see those unknown fish swimming carelessly, as if we, the tourists from afar, can't bear to disturb the quiet life of the town. Like all French towns, the town has its own distinctive features and profound cultural heritage. Here, winemaking is the characteristic of the town. In the dome museum, all kinds of winemaking equipment from ancient times to the present, as well as various wine utensils are displayed, which really opened our eyes.
The sky in the town is the kind of enchanting blue, the clouds are exciting white, the wind is light and soft, strokes our hair and brushes our faces, so that we can't bear to leave. After playing all day, we wearily arrived at the only small hotel on the street. The hotel owner is a retired architect who designed the house himself in a bold Spanish style. Because he liked it so much, he opened a hotel here after he retired. There are no waiters in the hotel, and the service work is done by the owner and his wife. When we were about to take a hot shower, the innkeeper took us to the bathroom. There is a large oak barrel that has been used for making wine for many years, and half a barrel of hot water has been placed in it. The color of the water is a pure amber color. The boss said that since the oak barrels have been brewing for many years, the essence of the wine has penetrated into the wood, and it is turned into a bathtub and bathing with it, just like bathing with wine, which is enough to make people indulge in the aroma of wine. The boss said, poured another half a glass of wine into it, saying that this time the effect is better, to ensure that you don't want to wake up in it.
I sat in the barrel, the water was at the right temperature, soaking my body, and the aroma of the wine wrapped around me all of a sudden, penetrated through all the pores, and drove away the slightest fatigue. I have a feeling of being drunk after drinking, which is very wonderful. My thoughts are detached, and my body seems to no longer exist, and there is only a little bit of confused consciousness, which is like a dream. After a long time, it was not until the water became cold that I was clear-headed, climbed out of the wooden barrel, and was blown by the cool wind, I suddenly felt a kind of relaxed and carefree that I had never felt before.
It's been years since I left town, and I've never tried bathing in wine again, a unique experience that I've never forgotten.
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