Working farmers of all ages, men and women wearing their long aprons, gather at the edge of the field, laughing, talking and sometimes singing. They then go out with great purpose and energy, carrying their red buckets through the seasoned vines which are heavy with deep blue clusters of grapes. Cypress trees surround the ancient walls of the buildings that mark the home of wine cellars since the twelfth century.

I bought one of the red grape harvest buckets to use as a prop. At the vineyard, the workers eyed my camera with suspicion and curiosity. I held it up and yelled “Artista di California. E' bello!” They laughed among themselves and went back to the harvest. - JC