For example, that you can bike out of the city and, within ten minutes, encounter Monet’s poppy fields. Yes, sure, it will be a black-eyed susans rather than a field of poppies, but still, compare:
(just outside Madison)
(just ouside wherever it is that Monet painted)
All that’s missing (in the first) is the person with the parasol.
And, turn your bike around, head toward the Capitol and there you’ll see Ms. Bee Charmer herself, putting out her ears of corn, picked just two hours prior. There, nestled in between the jars of honey.
"Bee Charmer" corn; the best
Come on, is this real, or is it fiction? It’s Madison.
