A twist on the Gershwin classic, boue is french for mud .. and these Gascon pigs couldn't be happier.

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

Motorway art. Modern art is quite confusing for many.

This cock is not likely to pull a muscle as he takes a beer and fag while watching his horse come in at the Cafe des Sports.

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.

When a gateau a la broche becomes the Rocher the Pyrenees, if you can’t climb it, eat it.

Dizzy by name, dizzy by nature. Being fanned with the sheet music of one of his best tunes, 'Cool breeze'.

Perhaps one of the best bass players in the Jazz world.

The hills of the Gers need customised road signs, but this old Quatrelle is still eating up the kilometers after more than forty years of service.

'nighty night chickens...