Heavens, wine growing has certainly move on since my day.

When the moon is right and the rain allows, the roads and fields are filled with tractors.

This little piggy went to the optician and didn't like what he read.

"When are you going to replace the ladder, you idiot!" Pigeon hunting without a safety net.

Gathering on the square before the big match.

'Faire Chabrot, the regional tradition where one add a little red wine to the last of the soup and you drink from the bowl.

All for one... and one for all. The gascons, their culture, their cuisine, their traditions, all in one. On the square of Lupiac, the birthplace of d'Artagnan.

Café Le Coin in Trie-sur-Baïse.

Are you lost?

A fete lunch can take its toll, if one doesn’t pace onself. This chap has obviously had too much ‘apéro’, wine and armagnac.