In summer, Beaujolais is a picture-perfect landscape of green vineyards, undulating hills, tiny villages and winding streets. Visit during the weeks of harvest and vineyards are speckled with hundreds of sun-kissed pickers, hunched over gamay vines. Drive with the window down and you might catch the faint strains of music drifting from the vineyard, accompanied by the occasional cry of “jarlot” – the call that a picker shouts when their bucket brims with grapes, signalling the need to transfer them to the large backpack-like container carried by the jarlot (carrier).
It’s a sight