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I have set rates.

It costs so much per acre, period.

I can also do a job from A to Z,

from sowing,

planting the seeds in the ground,

up through the harvest.

When you add my 1,500-acre

contract work to my own farm,

I'm farming 2,000 acres.

I love innovation.

Tractors today are loaded

with computerized technology.

I get a real kick out of that.

I've got my tractors,

the tools I hitch behind the tractors,

my two combine harvesters,

a rotary harrow,

a plough,

a tine stubble cultivator,

a seed drill,

a roller-compactor and a tiller.

So you don't do anything.

Nowadays,

I consider myself

a passenger in the tractor.

How has that changed your job?

Is it better or worse now?

We've grown antisocial, naturally.

In the past,

farmers with 500-acre farms

would employ at least 3 or 4 people,

whereas today...

Today you farm 2,000 acres.

Today I work alone,

and I farm 2,000 acres.

Alone.

Do you like being alone?

I do like it,

but I'm glad I can go home

to my family every night.

I'm imagining that guy on his tractor,

2,000 acres sprawling out before him...

How lonely!

I'm the opposite,

I work in a team.

I'm rarely alone.

But I also like

going home at night.

Say, you've never told me

if you have someone at home?

Say, we're not done

with the farmer yet!

True.

With his big machines,

he lent you a telehandler

for putting our picture up.

Looks like you're having a ball!

How does it look?

I can't see, get out of the way!

Look.

Gonna keep it?

I think I'll leave it up there, yes.

Think you'll be the village star'?

I already am.

- What's the population?

- 140.

It was nice of you to agree to it.

Now everyone will know

whose barn this is.

Exactly.

I'll keep a close eye

on my stored harvest.

We headed to the South.

I'd been told about

a long-ago love affair,

with a picture to go with it.

So...

her name was Emilie,

and his was Emile.

It's a beautiful love story.

When Emile met

my great-grandmother,

perhaps at a dance,

he wanted to marry her.

He asked her parents,

but they refused.

So he had to kidnap her.

He kidnapped her

in order to marry her.

I'll let you photograph the photo.

It would look nice in a locket,

or in an oval frame.

We'll find one at a flea market.

Right or left?

Left. To the right of the strip.

I really love them.

Hello, little brother!

It's a picture of our ancestors,

right on their wall.

On their very own faade.

It's truly a great joy.

- You want to be part of it.

- Selfie time.

Family transmission and all...

Our turn now.

Great.

It's not working.

We'll put it on social media.

Tonight.

My own daughter used it

for her Facebook profile.

The poster's no problem.

The problem is the scaffolding

on public property.

You need a permit.

But the poster's fine.

Between you and me,

you can send any and all fines

to Agns Varda.

Come to me

with compliments and the like.

Ok. Everything's negotiable.

All traffic penalties

go on Agns' license.

You have a driver's license?

Yes, but I don't drive anymore.

I'm sensible.

Let's go see a lovely lady

I want you to meet.

She works at that caf.

Agns said you agreed to it.

Sure, why not?

Paste what?

Her picture,

on the wall outside.

This is actually my dress.

Agns asked if they could

borrow it for the photo.

Would your collection

happen to include

a small parasol?

We want to photograph

a woman holding a parasol.

I don't have one.

- Let me check with my parents.

- Thanks.

I'll steal your seat.

Ms. Varda, I found one!

My mom's bridal parasol.

Vintage 1973.

It's beautiful!

- You may use it for the photo.

- Thanks.

Here, I'll show you.

Alright.

Sit on the edge,

legs like this...

My shoes are a fright.

I'll take them off.

Barefoot's good.

Just sit down and relax.

Other way round.

Right, ok.

Barefoot's pretty.

May I have your glasses, Nathalie?

Look up.

Not too much.

She's not hearing voices.

One more.

A little further back.

- Move the parasol away.

- No, closer.

Make up your minds!

Last one. 1, 2, 3...

While the photos are being printed,

we catch up with Vincent,

who takes us

to the top of the village.

My father was the bell-ringer

in the bell tower,

and I've been doing it

for 10 years now.

We'd spoken to his father earlier.

I started ringing bells at 14.

I knew Daniel Tamisier,

the former bell-ringer.

He was brilliant at it.

He taught me church bell music.

I passed on the love of bells

to my son.

The bells have names. The Alarm,

the Ladies' Bell,

the Maidens' Bell,

the Tenor.

First,

we get the momentum going...

They get going on their own, right?

You don't have to pull so hard

the whole time?

They'll be pulling me.

In a minute,

you won't hear me anymore.

We'll start with a nice C...

It's pretty weird to have my head

smaller than my foot.

I didn't realize the picture

would be so big.

I worked nearby. Seeing people

take my picture every day bothered me.

But the compliments were nice.

Everyone said how pretty the photo was.

So that was nice.

But I'm pretty shy, so...

it made me uncomfortable.

I wish it had made you feel good.

It's pretty weird

to see a picture of yourself

on Internet, on...

on Instagram, everywhere.

It's weird.

She's been photographed

millions of times.

It's incredible.

We hired her as a waitress back in...

late May, early summer.

Now she's become

Bonnieux's most famous face.

What do you think

of your mom up there?

She's super pretty.

Indeed. I agree with you.

Push the button.

Can we see your selfie?

Wow, not bad.

You're good!

I'm no expert though.

Tickle tickle!

When the siren sounds,

hurry to the nearest assembly area.

In exceptional situations, your guide

may ask you to put on a gas mask.

Claude is on the left.

He's our contact at the factory.

We were introduced to Agns

by Jimmy,

a mutual acquaintance.

Jimmy runs the local movie theater,

Le Cinmatographe.

Cinema is part of our history

here in Chteau-Arnoux-St-Auban.

A lot of factory people

go to the cinema.

And now we cinema people

are at the factory.

We'll use the walls.

Not the incline,

the side on the right.

Right or left.

We could use both.

We could do something

with that water tower.

Something that circles.

What's all this salt for?

All this white...

It sets me dreaming.

Salt has been our raw material

since the creation

of the chloride site.

In electrolysis, we separate

the two molecules that form salt,

chlorine and sodium.

Then we use them to make

hydrochloric acid.

So much for dreams.

Risk of chemical burns from sodium.

Authorized personnel only.

I see safety warnings everywhere.

Is it dangerous to work here?

His job is to inspect

equipment and facilities

to ensure the safety

of the people who work here

and make the products.

He's the youngest worker here.

His name is Amaury.

I was really drawn to this job.

Learning how a factory works,

understanding the chemical hazards...

I'm responsible

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