More Scenery

For the last few days I was involved in graduating a new crop of karate black belts. I always get the warm fuzzies watching them pound each other (and themselves) into hamburger, the more so because, as a judge, I didn't lose any skin myself.

I still feel as if I'm on vacation, for all that I'm involved in a rewrite of Deep State. I guess I'm chiefly on a vacation from the Internet.

So here's one of my vacation pictures, the Plus Beau village of Gordes in Provence.

Cuteness

There is some kind of French Cuteness Authority that rates villages. At the top are the villages rated Plus Beau, then villages of Character, villages of Charme, and finally (I guess) the dreaded Unrated.

This one is Saignon, which is Plus Beau in my book.