Seven is the magic number. Seven different kinds of red or white wine, from seven different countries in seven different price ranges beginning from € 7 to € 15 per bottle. Doesn’t sound like much, but the result of 7 multiplied by 7 – and I paid attention in school – is 49, nearly 50. I guess that’s enough choice.
Entering the store, you focus on the wine shelves that remind you of chess boards. Then your eyes wander up the shelves to the ceiling, which is loaded with paintings in beautiful golden frames.
I can resist the need to grab a bottle of expensive red wine (the most expensive I know is € 15), then lying down on the floor, gently drinking red wine directly out of the bottle and staring at the paintings mounted on the ceiling.
I think no-one would be happy with that situation, neither the owner nor the customers, who have take care not to fall over me, and me neither. I behave, buy a bottle of a € 5 red wine and drink it at home slowly. Everyone is happy and I’m welcome the next time to buy the more expensive bottle of € 7.