Homeward bound

Stop me if you've seen this one before. It's the view of our little hamlet from out in the western vineyards. Tasha and I often make a loop through the vine rows at this point before turning back toward the house.

Looking northeasterly at sunrise.

I loaded up the car and made a trip to the dump yesterday. It was much easier than I expected, mostly because there was no waiting at the gate. There were a lot of vehicles with trailers getting rid of yard waste, along with someone with what looked like a roomful of old living room furniture, maneuvering for a spot, but it wasn't bad.

The dump, called une déchetterie in French, is a collection of dumpster bins for different types of refuse. Building rubble, metal items, cardboard, yard waste, furniture, each type of waste has its own specific dumpster bin. And there's one bin for everything else called tout venant. There's a place for recycling used oils (cooking and motor), bins for bottle, packaging, and paper recycling, a place for old appliances, another for hazardous materials, and even a bin for donating used clothing. So, it's not really a "dump" or landfill, but more of a place of triage.