Wheat

Expired milk, jars of Nutella, 

and pistachio flavored everything.

When we asked her neighbors for directions to the local market,

they gave us eye-rolls and laughed 

with mouths filled with biscuits

So we roamed across dozens of farms, to nowhere

But it was Easter. The town was closed and we were lost.

Of course.

But being lost is sometimes a pleasure

Cheers to you, 

 Azerables, France