A short walk, taken more times than they can remember.
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.
A little word play. ‘Mon Pote âgé’ translates as ‘My old mate’. but ‘Mon potager’ (which sounds exactly the same) means ‘my vegetable patch’.
Of course I'm not smuggling eau de vie. This is organic fuel ! Honest, Officer...
Dizzy by name, dizzy by nature. Being fanned with the sheet music of one of his best tunes, 'Cool breeze'.
Foie Gras Blues played by a duck on trumpet. 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.
'Faire Chabrot, the regional tradition where one add a little red wine to the last of the soup and you drink from the bowl.
We all know the ‘La vache qui rit’ cheese. But you often see them sorting their rubbish. Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts.
A short walk, taken more times than they can remember.
