Chanterêves

In late winter the city of Beaune hides behind the grey. Chills find their way into the bones and tourists are elsewhere. This is the time of year I often come to visit and in 2022, I was waiting outside of the train station, waiting for Russell Hone, remembering the very first time I looked for his car.

This was my first time in Burgundy without Becky Wasserman, my other mother, my dear friend, my mentor and sharer of a shoe obsession. I made plenty of appointments with new and old friends I am keeping tabs on, like Tomoko and Guillaume of Chanterêves, Domaine Dandelion, Claire Naudin and the up-and-coming as well as a coffee roaster, because why not? But the true reason for the journey was to pay a long overdue shiva call, spend time with Russell, and feel Becky’s spirit.