human
Yes, yes; mon Dieu, you have come in the wrong year for the vines, said the brigand, thumping the table.
gpt
You should have chosen a good season. Then lots of visitors come. They come in carts, full of _belles anges_ with gentlemen standing behind in top-hats. And they all take photographs. This very day we ought to have been in full vendange.
human
Let's drink to a full vendange,
gpt
What do you earn, you vignerons, in a good year?
human
Four francs, and a litre of wine, per man, per day. And it is worth it; for we make good stuff here on the hillside, though this village of Auxey is the end of it. Yes, good wines!
gpt
Tell me more about them,
human
The best wines of all are called Aligote, and the second-best--still very good--are called Pinot. The boite ordinaire that grows away there in the plain, is called Gamay. When the Gamay is not red enough, we put it into some Otellot; that's as black as your hat, and colours the rest up beautifully. Do you drink much wine in your country, Monsieur?
gpt
No, only the rich drink wine in our country. The poor never taste it. They drink mostly beer!
human
Sapristi!