We really are in the country - it's wheat harvesting time as long as the crop is dry and the last few fields are getting their haircuts. Wheat, corn (for duck feed), tobacco, forage crops like alfalfa and sunflowers.
Alec and I have permanently scarred shinbones from constantly bashing into the trailer hitches on our 2 heavy duty vehicles but almost every passenger vehicle in France has one of these cute little ball hitches for boats, camp trailers, etc. I think we'd probably scar them if we ran into them. Here's an SAT word - these are ubiquitous!
Add this to my bucket list - playing tennis on a clay court. On this 95 degree day this court was getting a watering for the afternoon games. It's a totally different playing style but just like the French Open - I want to try this out someday. I've been hitting with my friend Alvin on his village courts that just had a marvelous renovation but Clay - Dude - that's heavenly!
When I worked at our store on Burlingame Avenue back in the Stone Age/20th Century honking horns and wedding caravans were a regular Saturday occurance. It's disappeared from the Bay Area , especially since hardly anyone gets married anymore - but they still do it up righteously in France. LOUD horn honking, swerving/weaving parades down main streets - Whooppee!
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