Montmartre, October
9 October 2026
Paris keeps one working vineyard, on the north side of Montmartre, planted facing away from the sun. Every book on the subject advises against it. Géraud has helped with the harvest there each October for some years, and admires it for that reason.
Featuring Géraud
Ten. He is given the same row every year, at his own request: the steepest one, picked last.
Noon. The sun clears the rooftops for a little under two hours. He stands in it for a minute, out of courtesy, and goes back down to work.
Half past three. Three crates, which counts here as a good year. The sun has gone back up to the houses, where it is generally happier.
Seven. The wine goes to auction in the spring, for the arrondissement. He will bid once, at the reserve, and either it will be his or it will not.