In this case, “Génoises” isn’t referencing people from Genoa, Italy, but the tiles overhanging the edge of a roof on the street side of buildings. In the olden days, wealth in Montpeyroux was measured in roof tiles. Yes, in sun-backed tuiles de toit. The layers upon layers of tiles, which formed the roof overhang over the street façade of a building, are called génoises. They were considered an indication of commercial well being and thus ones standing in the community. The owners had to be careful, though, anything more than five layers was adjudged ‘gauche’ or ‘show-off’ by the community at large.
From the market square, we walked up the main thoroughfare which was unfortunately under construction right in front of our destination which created quite a pedestrian challenge.
|Since there’s much spitting in spittoons going on now, we have to avert our eyes|
|Björk, our tasting guide, pulled a lot of corks, …|
|while the resident spider watched|
Getting ready to depart, after concluding the tasting with purchases of bottles of delicious wine created from cinsault grapes, a wine we had hitherto not known as a monoculture, a logistics question arose. How to safely carry our booty or bounty through the construction site out front? Björk suggested leaving through the winery’s loading dock and back gate. Thus she guided us through a warren of caves (cellars) filled with wine in all of its production stages.
Orthonyms withheld to preserve dignity & honor. It was, after all, a wine tasting]