The Gascon landscape like a quilt on a bed. Pillows for the Pyrenees. Sleep tight, mes amis.
In gascony, the time seems to go slower. More time to enjoy the pleasures of life.
Gascons to the left to me, SMSs to the right, here I am confused in the middle with you.
A fete lunch can take its toll, if one doesn’t pace onself. This chap has obviously had too much ‘apéro’, wine and armagnac.
In French, Jean sounds just like the English Sean. Connerie is rather rude, but could be translated as bullshit (or worse. Look it up.)
The traditional shepherds of Les Landes wore stilts to see their flocks. This photographer doubles his stilts as a tripod.
Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts.
There is a little market every Sunday in Bassoues, so don't go on Monday!
“How are the hemorrhoids?” A life spent on stilts is hard on some parts of the body.
The shepherds of Bordeaux have taken something out of the winegrowers book and automated their shearing. A grape plucking machine has been adapted to shear sheep.
The Gascon landscape like a quilt on a bed. Pillows for the Pyrenees. Sleep tight, mes amis.
