Opinion / Robert Bound
We’ll drink to that
In Vevey, that real-life lid of the Swiss chocolate box between Lausanne and Montreux on the eastern bank of Lake Geneva, preparations are at a peak for today’s grand opening of the Fête des Vignerons. The festival – a once-in-a-generation event to celebrate, commemorate and crown master grape-growers and wine-makers – is a month-long vinous party in the hale and hearty Swiss tradition of, well, tradition. And why not? The thing’s been running since the 17th century and celebrates a viticulture established by the sort of Romans who liked to retire to the vomitorium halfway through a session.
The centrepiece of the festival in Vevey’s huge amphitheatre is a three-hour stage show, which teases traditions while celebrating them too. After reporting from the dress rehearsal yesterday (I was disappointed that they required no more satyrs) I was struck by the Wagnerian sweep of time and story, and the playful pageantry of a show celebrating the canton of Vaud and its rich (and boozy) history. Cantonal pride and patriotism can easily be separated from sour nationalism when it is performed in the way of Fête director Daniele Finzi Pasca (of Olympic and operatic fame). There’s a lesson here on the lakeside in pride and patriotism unattended by prejudice. The wine helps but the spirit’s the thing.