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.

Long summer lunches, in the shade of a tree. The soft 'pop' of a cork (or five) and the deliciously refreshing slurp of a rosé. Santé! 

Reproduced as fine art print in various sizes, some with mounts. Different format canvasses made to order, please contact us. 

The annual flower market in the beautiful bastide of Tillac.

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

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

Even a scarecrow has a soul.

The new prop has arrived.

A poetic portrayal of a shepherd and his flock in the snow.

"Be happy that you didn't order the 'Fantaisie du chef!'." A surprising creation from the kitchen. Available in English or French. (please select your preferred language in the menu on the right)

'nighty night chickens...