Another little picker . . .

Yesterday, while I was slaving away teaching ungrateful students in Lyon (only about five students in each group, out of as much as forty, come prepared), Maëva helped her Pépé David pick olives to take to the moulin to be pressed into huile d'olive. Pretty soon she'll be experienced enough to join her Pittsburgh cousins on an apple picking excursion! She even already has the right hat.