Vignettes of French Life (No. 1 in a series)

 

Went for a nice long walk this morning in the Provencal countryside, with lovely views of the snowy far-off Alps, the glittering Mediterranean, and this. 
Torched cars are a dime a dozen on the back roads of Provence.  They are rarely removed, and presumably the cold case file for stolen cars just gets thicker and thicker.  
But what I want to know is:  isn’t just stealing the damn things enough fun?