While in the Bordeaux area, some of us took the opportunity to visit St Emilion, the wine growing village of international fame.

The village is perched on a hillside, surrounded by vines. It flows down the hillside in a series of intertwining narrow cobbled streets and an hour and a half in the company of a toddler, was not nearly enough time to do it justice.

Nonetheless, we enjoyed our short wander and even had time for the obligatory drinks break on a shaded square.

The locals were also engaged in people watching.

The wine was too expensive to contemplate, but we did manage to neatly capture in a single window display, a bottle each from the Andrewes sibling years of birth (1971, 1977, 1979) – good vintages, obviously.

In lieu of wine we scraped together enough for a box of macarons de St Emilion. Not as good as the flavoured sandwich versions in my opinion, but still good.