Fifteen klicks outside Pont L'Eveque, on a footpath by a river we meet a wandering French cheese vendor. He is wearing a blue smock, clogs, a pair of brown neatly pressed trousers, a red scarf and a top hat. In his arms he carries two baskets full of cheese and a red umbrella with a wooden handle carved in the shape of a bird's head. Behind him is an unsafe jetty, an unlikely looking wood and in the far distance we can glimpse hilly meadows. The whole scene is bathed in hyper-real colours. On the man's (rouged?) lips there is fixed a smile.