Late afternoon in the woods

I drove up to the far hills trying to catch the last of the light. The sun was very strong...you can see all of the glare. These are all eventual dead end roads. I passed people sitting by the side of the road chatting, I wave, they look shocked...and of course, I do have French plates...and then, i have to turn around and pass them again. I want to say to them that , I'm not French...the Italians are very very different than the French and I don't think they like them too much.

Not here long and I am already on the obscure back roads.