Eggs

To the boulangerie in the nearby town for a baguette. I asked the friendly baker if he knew anywhere that sells eggs this afternoon, apart form the out of town supermarket. He pondered for a moment and then went out to the back of the store. Coming back with half a dozen eggs from his own fridge. 

He didnt know what to charge us but we agreed the price. What a charming encounter. 

Then onward for an apero passing this impressive grain hopper thing. Ending up sipping a beer by a small river. Perfect.