For the past couple of weeks or so there has been a steady stream of tractors rumbling down our street with loads of grapes from the vineyards around Morges.
They are headed to the cave at the end of the block. This time of year the normally quiet cave is bustling with activity, and the air around it is filled with the scent of fermenting grapes. I'm guessing those giant bins are filled with grape refuse, but am not entirely sure as I have no idea how wine is made.
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