We love to experience local traditions and customs when we travel, including attending sporting events. So I was excited (Laurie less so) to hear that there was a rugby game being played in the town where we are spending the night.
Unfortunately, we got here too late to attend.
We did manage to go to a local market in one of the towns on our route. It seems as if each town schedules their market the day before we get there or the day after we leave. But our timing worked out today and we picked up supplies for a good French sandwich and fresh strawberries. We also got to see a show of classic cars. The kind that are so ugly they are cute.
We have gone local enough that we can make simple jokes, or be the good natured subject of a joke. When I asked, in French, about the location of the bathroom in a small town, the owner of a local cafe pointed to the back side of a church. Then laughed, and indicated “les toilette” on the town square. Turns out the toilette is one of the more ”traditional” models from the last century. Maybe we should have gone behind the church.
Much of our route today was through forests and fields again, with a few small towns located perfectly for a break. We are seeing many of the same people again and getting to know them and here their personal stories. The grain crops are more mature. Was fun seeing the green stalks wave in breeze so though I would share it with you.