A stolen kiss amongst the vines.

This cute little chap here appears on almost every menu in the south west.

The free concerts on the main square draw jazz fans the whole day. Even if it's just as background music to their snooze, read or conversation.

There is only so much gardening a man can do.

Traffic jams in Gascony. Life in the slow lane.

Got a question about life, mushrooms and the universe? Ask Super Papi. Comes equiped with creaky knees and his own pocket knife.

Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts. 

Paris sports. The rings, Paris style.

A little word play. ‘Mon Pote âgé’ translates as ‘My old mate’. but ‘Mon potager’ (which sounds exactly the same) means ‘my vegetable patch’.

Radio d’Artagnan. One for all on 97.6 FM