Out in the vineyards and fields, here and there, stand small structures built of stone and seemingly used to store machinery or livestock. I’m not talking about the rarer and more imaginative gariotes, the stone igloos that perhaps often start out as just a pile of the bigger rocks farmers had to lug out of their fields if there was going to be any space to plant. 
The structures I’m talking about are didn’t just happen. Maybe the field was far enough from home that the farmer stored tools and supplies. Maybe he or laborers slept there at harvest time when they worked until dark. Maybe it was a place to take shelter during these fierce, quick thundershowers they call giboulées. Quite a few have an upper and lower story so perhaps they kept sheep or cows or horses.
They are often lost in the middle of a big field or else built right on a lane, to the left and the right, here and there like little hamlets. After the 1939-45 war, most seem to be falling into disuse. With a car or a truck, the distance between house and field no longer mattered. You see these little barns in all states of decomposition.
It starts with a little vine that soon becomes a full face beard. Eventually you can almost hear nature chewing and actually digesting these barns. 
