Ah, the French

Ah, the French

The Champagne town of Épernay just reeks of money (not an exclusively French fragrance), with seemingly endless palatial buildings lining the Avenue de Champagne. Up front ; fabulously decorated and opulent reception rooms- very haute couture. In some cases (Moet et Chandon) Versailles-style gardens top off the outside opulence. But in most cases, there hides behind some of the facades winery facilities capable of handling millions of litres of juice that might be destined to fill sporting cups or as a shower for champion Formula One drivers. There are frequently “camions-citernes” (tanker trucks) posed like a supermodel in front of some of these elegant facades. Not when the millionaires are expected, I suppose.

White Out!

White Out!

For reasons I'll probably never understand, my paternal grandfather has harboured a lifelong abhorrence of white vehicles. I've heard that in decades past, white was the default paint colour of automotive manufacturers unless one paid extra, so perhaps he associates it with distasteful frugality. It could also just be a strongly held conviction without any sound justification—it’s occasionally been pointed out that us Drinkles can be particularly opinionated people.