I remember driving along the autoroute between Alsace and the Southern Rhone about a dozen years ago. Just south of Chambery, I viewed an immense stone mass to my right, part of which seemed blasted into a crescent shape. Before me, the rugged, snow-capped Alps, standing majestically against the beautiful cobalt sky, receded toward the distant horizon. To my left I saw vineyards stretching up the steep and barren mountainside…