The annual flower market in the beautiful bastide of Tillac.

A word play on confit and conflit. Take that!

The electric lines reminded me of sheet music as I listened to the jazz festival in the valley. The birds creating notes of an ever-changing melody.

Someone is enjoying his games of boules more than he should.

What better way to drive away from your wedding than in a cute 2CV.

Catching up on gossip at the local butcher's.

A cabinet medical, or a Cabernet?

Happiness truly is a walk throught the meadows of Gascony.

La fête champêtre du village. Tout le monde sont là, avec toujours les mêmes suspects à la buvette... Disponible en A3, A4 et maintenant sur toile de 100cm x 70cm

So, ‘Volaille’ means ‘fowl’, ‘vol’ means ‘fly’, ‘ail’ is French for garlic. So ‘Vol’ail  ! Easy, eh?