This is Gabi; he has been a shepherd his entire life. In Grambois, we called him the lawnmower because he would bring his sheep over to cut, i.e. eat, the grass.
While driving home, I spotted the local shepherd with his flock and some friends. When I approached the shepherd for a quick chat, his friends hopped in their car and headed off into (or, rather, away from) the sunset.
I was driving through Provence when I saw this basketball field located in the middle of a soccer field. Somehow, I guess that no one has played there recently.