We arrived just in time for the fall harvest, though this time it isn't grapes! Huge farm machines till the soil and produce truckloads of potatoes. After the fields are cleared, locals follow and forage pails of potatoes that are left over. Sugar beets are piled into huge mounds, the size of a house, before the scooped and hauled away. The golden wheat is stick straight in the sun, or being thrashed in the field before becoming huge rolls for storage. From a distance, they look like stonehenge.....
Gigantic towers turn the blades of wind tubines nearly everywhere.
We head over to the coast to visit the sunday market. The town is charming, with beautiful half timbered houses as we enter............................only to discover that this weekend is the annual Harley-Davidson "Sturgis" really. More Harleys than cars, they line every sidewalk as far as the eye can see, and then some. Not too mention loud. And leather. And . And.
Looking forward to Belgium...............
funny, Sturgis in Brittany
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