I love driving to Bordeaux. Country road followed by 130 kilos per hour down the speedway. Then, traffic and red lights. But beauty is all around you. I pass beauty to stop in my carpark waiting for customers.
The usual suspects drove by, but then there was this yellow Corvette. Then a Bentley. Then a small, British curvy thing without a name. And an American ganster car. Not a Renault or Poo-joe I’m familiar with.
I think there was an old car thing on. They traveled in groups. I captured two.
Gorgeous day and meat delivered. I took a gorgeous photo of the wheat backlit by the setting sun.
which turned out to be how many bugs can you count on my windscreen.