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How not to be a snob
I rarely feel more typically English than on my annual buying trip to Burgundy. It isn't just that my warmest coat - essential for surviving in near-freezing cellars - happens to scream 'urbanite from abroad', and nor is it the number of other British merchants one bumps into there in the second half of November, a constant reminder of our shared alien origin. No, the thing that makes me feel most English is my feeble grasp of French.
I am fortunate to travel with a colleague who, thanks to a ten-year stint as head sommelier in a three-star restaurant near Mâcon, is blessed with perfect fluency. His French issues forth in a...
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