While I was there, the owner invited me to his Beaujolais Nouveau soirée. Which, of course, I accepted. "Is it any good this year?" I asked. "Well," he chuckled knowingly, "it's not Margaux."
(I'd love to know what he meant.)
Yesterday being the third Thursday in November, I went along.

And tasted the new wine, accompanied by free soup, nibbles and this man...

It was easily nice enough to bring back the most expensive bottle for the evening - a slight extravagance at €5.65 for 75 cl.
It certainly wasn't the Margaux. I left that in the shop, with its €42 price tag still attached.
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