Visiting French vineyards can be a testing experience. Like as not, you’re in the middle of nowhere, with a potholed lane to negotiate.
Not too long ago, Lille was going down the pan. Trade and the textile industry, once the muscles of the northern French city, had withered. The place was pretty grim.
If I say “Arles” to you, you will, at a guess, reply “Van Gogh”. Most people do. The place has the Dutchman as its pin-up, and no wonder.