Just in case you were looking for the definition of the word ‘nondescript’ check out the fifteen minute photograph.

Riveting, no?

You can just make out my local bottle bank a little farther along the road. It’s good to know it’s fifteen minutes away – kinda reassuring.

The buildings on the left are brand new apartments and behind me on the right is the brand new Vinopôle. I’m ashamed to say I have no idea what it is. I did think it was part of the agricultural college nearby but I’m wrong. In order to right this wrong I checked out the Vinopôle website. I still don’t know what it is. If you don’t know what something is within 10 seconds of opening a website then either it’s really not fit for purpose. Or it is and it’s art. Vinopôle isn’t art. Hmm, mysterious.

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Here’s some street art next to the Vinopôle. Afro. Of course it is.

I wanted to avoid the country lanes and the forest so that I don’t get shot at but considering the volume of diesel vehicles that drive along this road at this time of day I might just die of poisoning from car exhausts before anyone mistakes me for a wild boar.

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