Traditions

In a cloud of dust crossed by the light the torero faces firmly the bull who enters the arena.

"The passes of cape, bigger and more colored than the muleta, are realized during the first one thirdly to gauge the bull."

The matador, the red bullfighter's costume, brandishes its muleta to make the bull pass in front of him. Amazing!!

"These figures imposed by the torero are far from being improvised. They allow to understand better the attitudes of the bull and to limit so the risks."

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The sand of the hard-packed surface, lifted by the bull and the matador, colors the arena of a blazing red.

"In the course of master passes, in a hot atmosphere, the bullfight gathers the spectators and the actors in an exciting anxiety."

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Yellow and pink dress, matched cape the matador tests the bull during the first one thirdly in the still dumb arena.

"In the entry of the bull the public keeps silent. Only the noise of hoofs, the breath of the animal and the rustle of the cape tear the felted atmosphere."

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Woman torero dressed in a red skirt making with elegance a pass of muleta in front of bull lowered head.

"Present in the arena for the 17th century, the women managed little by little to make it accepted in bullfights, on foot or by horse. What panache !!"

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Horses of the Camargue at a gallop in this wonderful area where it live free when it are not used for the work.

"The Camargue is the exact name of the race of these small horses which we find around all the herds of bulls."

The grape harvest approaches for this vineyard in the long green rows stained with nuggets in cluster. At the bottom, the ancient country-house and the wine cellar.

"At this summer end, in the freshness of places everybody bustles with the aim of the harvest which to approach, to welcome the grape then transform it."

On the wooden scales the hand of the collector of olive bustles ceaselessly.

" From the beginning to the end of the winter the fields of olive trees know a big activity. "

In summer the collectors of lavender work very early in the morning, up to the lunchtime who wait for them in the small house.
"Nowadays in Provence the machine in replaced the man in the fields of lavender. Nobody regrets this work exhausting under the heat wave. "