At the entrance we bumped into an American who shouted ‘Hi folks, this is the best wine in town!’  A very promising start indeed. Behind the desk a grumpy old man was rummaging through a book. He pointed us in the direction of the wine cellars to explore on our own device, which we did directed by a leaflet. Enormous vaults of infinite paths. Getting lost was not an option, so we took the safe option and followed the routes. Without any further explanation of a passionate old French geezer and some good stories to accompany the tour, it was less enjoyable as could have been. We didn’t really experience a warm welcome. Would it be possible to have a taster? The moody man was still browsing and muttered something about not being able to locate a particular village. Only when my wife pointed the village out the man thawed and the glasses were filled. The quality of the wine may live up to the being the ‘Best wine in town’, the experience as a whole was not very exciting.