When the sheep shearer comes from Paris, beware of the results.
Granny (a rugby fan) shouts "Mark!" when she catches the ball, kicked from the rugby ground.
Organic wine, 100% natural and nothing added.
Vin bio. 100% nature, rien ajouté...
When the moon is right and the rain allows, the roads and fields are filled with tractors.
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.
Battery chickens, or, Poules de batterie. In French, a batterie is also a drum, drumkit, or percussion.
Out in the field, daddy keeps his animals within an electric fence, so why not at home?
Inspired by the Jazz festival in Marciac, home to a great festival each August and to hundreds of duck farmers all year round.
Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts. Also available on large-format canvas, as well as greeting card.
When the sheep shearer comes from Paris, beware of the results.
