IN IMAGES, IN IMAGES. Cheese, cows and horses: a beautiful celebration of taste and flavors in Montauban

At the beginning of Sunday afternoon, the parking lot of the Ramier farm, in Montauban, is still well packed. Perfectly guided by the volunteers of the Tarn-et-Garonne organization, we find ourselves on the field to come and park our vehicle. Beware of small holes, despite the good work done by the shock absorbers. Once stopped, we put the straw hat of penalty on our heads and here we are at the heart of the matter.

From the central nave, flanked by plane trees that form a shady path, one dives into the world of the farm. To the left, the first fruit stalls give off an inviting scent. But don’t get lost from the very first steps, otherwise the day could be endless…

On digestion, many families or friends take advantage of the draft to rest and refresh themselves on the tables provided for this purpose. There’s water of course, but also a few half bottles of beer and bottles of rosé, a summer must, to be consumed in moderation despite everything.

A Quercy wine stall or local beer here, an ice cream platform stormed there, one proceeds to the draft horse exhibition. Despite everything, beware of the dazed passerby: the engines of tractors from different eras roar in the lanes, you can immediately honk the horn!

The heat also exhausts the musicians, around Yves Luminati, who have come to make the visitors dance and sing. Coincidentally (or not?), the bar is located not far from the musical group. And, new coincidence (or not?), a few moments after our arrival, the train stops. Here the descent of some and the ascent of others is expected. What drives crime? We wouldn’t be far from thinking about it…

We come to our senses and head straight to the barn, the highlight of the show for Noam and his mother Ludivine. “We are regulars at the party, explains the mother. We come every year. We have done the children’s birthdays too.” The little boy is proud: “One year I even baptized a calf! I called it Little Heart”, he says, under his cap and hand full of hay.

Her older sister Tiana also celebrated her sixth birthday here. That was five years ago. “He had named a cow Petrus. He carries the number 8395. We had seen her last year! But not yet this year…” Ludivine explains. Petrus probably hides while his older sister is out for a walk with Wilfried, his father. They should be back at the barn in a few minutes. The reunion promises to be filled with happiness…