The Bresc family called on friends. The land surrounding their house is not large. But it takes arms! Geneviève Bresc shares this family memory with us. Geneviève is the former Director of the Sculpture Department at the Musée du Louvre, now retired.

Autumn is approaching, the vines are russet, the bunches are swollen, it's time to
time to harvest. It's a time of work, abundance and friendship in the vineyards of
Maracabre vineyard on the outskirts of Fayence. This vineyard is called Martial and is terraced
terraced between dry-stone walls, along the draille that used to lead the sheep
from Roquebrune or Fréjus to Séranon.
The Bresc family cared for their vines, pruning and weeding them, surrounding them with wires and decorating them here and there with bottles and rags.
here and there with bottles and rags coated with emouchine to keep out wild boars and badgers,
who love grapes. The smell and appearance don't make it look like an exemplary
of a grand cru. All the more so as, for reasons of economy, the vines are planted with almonds, olives
olive and fruit trees that provide shade for the grape-pickers.
But it's also a place of conviviality. For the Bresc family don't harvest alone. They have beaten the
couples of friends to accompany them. They have come from Saint-Paul-en-Forêt, the Martels
Martel and Simon, the Abbe family from Roquebrune, and the Blanchet family from Saint-Maximin. It's a
reunion of old friends, and at noon there'll be civet de lapin (or aioli if it's Friday),
moderately washed down, or a little more.
Everyone has put a big hat on their head to protect themselves from the sun; everyone has taken their knife
and a harvesting basket. At the end of the row of vines, the
At the end of the row of vines, the "fiéragno", a burly man holds a large basket, the "banastoun". The grapes
are piling up, shouts are heard, for there's no reason to keep quiet when the weather's fine and
together. You have to bend over and get up again, cut, carry a basket that's getting heavier and heavier.
to the "banastoun". It's hot and sweaty. At the top of the
a well provides excellent, refreshing water. Hands start to ache,
your bent back becomes painful, your legs stiffen. Can't wait for the "sousto"!
Tomorrow, the little company travels to another couple for another harvest.
Exchanges of words and friendly support go hand in hand in a circular economy
economy where pleasure rhymes with shared work.

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