i am really proud of my self for not drunk texting boys who may or may not be cute
but i did eat hash browns, so theres that
At first I thought they were windbreaks to shield the vines and villages from the Mistral, or else some charming custom of the particular area in which I found myself, a throwback to an earlier and nobler time. More than once in my mind’s eye I saw a grand ducal carriage making graceful progress down one of these long, tree-lined avenues in the early autumn twilight. But no. Madame Elizabeth told me, when I mentioned them, that they were Napoleon’s roads, the Routes Napoleon, and that he had had the trees planted to shade his troops, while on maneuvers, from the harsh high-summer sun. And the idea had stuck. Even now, she said, almost two hundred years later, hardly a new road was opened that did not soon have, on either side, its avenue of trees.
(I found this while researching for some writing and I thought it was beautiful.)