Toward the end of the season, the chef needed to start thinking about battening down the hatches. This included cleaning the greywater sewers. The potwasher and I spent our time cleaning out the grease traps of which there were more than 10. Large concrete chambers full of very stinky water with inches of congealed, dark fat floating on top.
Another day, I trimmed the plane trees that shaded the front yard. The French love to cut their plane trees to the quick, making them look knobby. I think this comes from years of using the small branches in their fireplaces—before coal (B.C.)