Well, that's interesting, we thought. So I snapped a picture. There you go -- some corn.
Then more corn appeared in the lanes that line the boulevard and we soon realized that first little outbreak of corn, that was nothing....
And we have been riding our bicycles past the farmers and their corn quite frequently. They stare and smile at us, we smile back and snap some more pictures. We provide novelty and interest on a reciprocal basis.
I've enjoyed the yellow streets and lanes, except for when I tried jumping over a pile of corn after getting off the bus, slipped on the hard cobs and hit the pavement. Luckily I only bruised my dignity. Ross and I bought some corn meal from a sidewalk vendor and I managed to turn out a loaf of cornbread (!) with my little toaster oven. It was not bad.