France is very green and green is my favorite color. I grew up in Maine so I thought I understood green. I have long known the green of the pines, the green of the ocean, the green of trees, and freshly mowed lawns. This green though. It is overwhelming. Normandy and Brittany are field after field of green. The trees grow tall and green and lest the trunks feel naked, they are covered in green ivy that snakes up and around the bark/. Fields of green barley sway in the wind. Rows of tiny corn plants extend in perfect lines towards horizon in all directions. Lawns look almost too green -like astroturf. When you enter any woods it is a cool green canopy that covers you and the temperature drop is noticeable. The cows are in heaven. They munch the tall green grass endlessly and have no awareness of any other place where the grass is dry, short, and sparse. They are in heaven. Maybe that’s why the cheese tastes so good here. Well-fed cows that don’t have to work hard to eat makes the cheese taste more luxurious.