Tu Aime Mon Chapaeux Verde Grande? Part 2

[revconor]

We drove through the countryside, from Dijon to Beaune. it turned out that Dijon was in fact known for its mustard; the hills shimmered as the wind caressed hectares of bright yellow mustard plants. The fields of mustard eventually gave out to practically infinite rows of grapevines as we ascended into wine country. It was awe-inspiring.
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Comments

[anonymous]

I wish I could say I grew up in a village. It just seems much cooler than saying I'm from a particular city. Are there even 'villages' in the US? aside from those of the native american variety... or is that in fact what defines a village?

Ben

[revconor]

As far as I can tell, the defining aspect of a village is that it's so small that it cannot support localized businesses.

Like, strip "cities" in Eastern Washington that are comprised of a truck stop, a dairy queen, a feed store, and a hundred or so homes would NOT be a village, due to the truck stop and dairy queen and feed store.

These people basically have to drive into town to get fertilizer, or groceries, or whatever. And the homes were large and there were full utilities. But the village itself was tiny. I think the entire economic system of the village was based around the vineyards, making the caretakers all but dependant on buyers on the outside.

"The Village Inn" would thus discount the villagitude of any village it happened to be located in.