The highway exits for each town had graphics telling you something about the town. We loved this. Many of them were beautiful images. And we got a good laugh out of towns that couldn’t muster anything better than a hill.
On one strech of road, for no reason we could ever figure out, there were large statues of mushrooms. Statues of small children would be playing near them.
(And yes, those are dead french bugs on the windshield.)