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Paris Wine Fair Inadvertently Turns into a Comedy Show
There was an insane elephant in the room, and after a few glasses, no one held back.
I just returned from spending four intense days at the Wine Paris exhibition. Despite spitting out around 80 percent of the 300 or so wines I tried, at least 20 percent of the wine makes it down the gullet. Trust me, when you are due to head off to a fancy Parisian restaurant and eat barely-cooked slabs of gamey meat (don’t get me wrong, the meats were amazing!), your body rejects the wines obligated to accompany those otherwise savory treats. I need a small break from grapes in every form for at least a week — which will end up being a couple of days.
No, I am not complaining about being lucky enough to attend the wine show. I rejoice. I am not complaining about being treated to some phenomenal meals. I rejoice. There is another reason, though, that I rejoice, and that is what I want to share with many of you feeling as down and sick about the loss of our country to a fascist cult as I do. Trump’s America is a goddamn laughing stock, and yet again, we are an embarrassment.
People hesitated when they saw on my badge that I was from the U.S. I could sense they wanted to ask me what I thought about the chaos and the new surreal reality show that had replaced Joe…
