
Driving to Toulouse
Today we woke up in Cap d’Agde on the Méditérranean and drove all day to Toulouse. It’s Easter Sunday. The roads were pretty quiet and it was rainy. Only in one town did we see anything that looked like an Easter celebration. Mostly just quiet, narrow roads. And grape vine after vine after vine growing on roadside plantations. I now really understand how everyone in the world is able to enjoy wine with practically every dinner. Until you have driven through the south of France, it might not be conceivable, but once you have driven through the south of France, it all makes sense. The entire countryside is planted with grapevine, maybe like the midwest is planted with corn. It’s… continue reading