I’ve discovered an undeclared passion for tractors among the people of the Luberon. During the grape harvest, the lanes are filled with a stately procession: noble and ancient tractors rumble towards their local wine cooperative to unload, leaving a squishy purple Hansel & Gretel trail of mashed grapes behind them.
And it seems that the older, the better. There is pride in length of service here. Today we came across a beauty: a pre-war Citroen, apparently enjoying a rusty retirement in a field. But as we stopped to admire it, up popped the owner, proudly claiming it to be in full working order, except for one part he was working on.
Just resting, not idle: