Last weekend, I went to an antique car show in a nearby village.
My favorite was a little blue car that the French call ‘un pot de yaourt’ (the yoghurt pot, lol). There was also a group of Americana collectors with their jeep and army outfits. (I had lunch with them – they offered me pinaud and paté – how could I refuse?)
My friend Isobel (of the goose eggs) liked the Morgan best (red race car, had a plaque that said it won a prize at Le Mans!) And I don’t know if you can make this image bigger – but can you see me?