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.