Fortunately for us, Judie’s cousin Marina lives in Paris and decided to accompany us on the day’s adventure. We had decided to go to Reims to the Pommery Champagne headquarters – between the train ticket and the lunch, not an inexpensive choice but as it turned out, definitely worth it. Dashing for the train, we breathlessly jumped on just as the doors were closing.
Arriving in Reims, we walked over to the tourist center to find out about the tour at Pommery and were informed you couldn’t get onto any tours without a prior reservation. Marina, who writes for several magazines in France, pulled her journalist strings and we found ourselves at Pommery face to face with the marketing director.
Our challenge involved asking about the name Champagne, and it’s use outside of France. It seems that France and the U.S.are involved in verrrry delicate negotiations over the name and it’s use and we were told in no uncertain terms that no one there would answer our question at this time. Mumm was the word. But that’s another Champagne….
Although our question went unanswered, the buildings were lovely, the history of the company fascinating and the champagne they served us delicious.
When it was time to head back, a taxi was called for us, which arrived with 6 Euros already on the meter. No, no, no said Marina. Yes, yes, yes said the Taxi Driver. Since we refused to take his taxi, he told Marina he would call all the other taxis in town and tell them not to pick up the three women at Pommery. He then proceeded to do so.
So there we were. In true Marina fashion, she stepped into the street and stuck her thumb out. A young woman took pity on us and deposited us at the train station, even though it was completely out of her way.
Back in Paris, we started planning for our challenge that night, which involved a Laotian restaurant . Surely there would be one on every corner. As it turned out, not exactly the case. But our persistence paid off and not only did we complete our challenge but had the best dinner of the trip.










