Mamie has been watching too much rugby. 

Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts. Available as greeting card as well as on large-format canvas. 

WC Fêtes ... and the moral is: never pluck blackburries near the toilet block.

Café Le Coin in Trie-sur-Baïse.

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.

I can only see fog! A duck who needs his glasses cleaned.

The foire aux oies is an annual event, held in Riguepeu, a small village in the Gers, where geese of all shapes and sizes are on show. Walking in a procession and on display with lots of other types of fowl.

Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts. 

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.

The sheep shearing salon in the mountains.

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 angel's share, or 'la part des anges' is the small volume of alcohol that evaporates while a spirit matures in the barrel. These gascon angels are making the most of it!