Today, nobody can imagine this small village in the Drôme Provençale without Sonia's smile and Xavier's croustade or lamb filet in garlic. By dint of kindness and some real nice dishes, they have made the bar an essential meeting place for the inhabitants of Vesc and even farther. In the café, they redid all the decoration, and transformed the formica decor into a warm, wood interior. Some tables on the square, a stone's throw from the moss-covered fountain, often empty during the hottest hours of the day, are highly conested when the evening apéritif hour approaches.

Xavier built a pizza oven, to the great joy of his lunchtime regulars, and has just finished transforming the grocery shop into a dining room. "We, nonetheless, continue to sell some products, like bread and, above all, picodon gost's cheese." He adds. "But since we've been here, the village has come back to life - coincidence or a consequence ? - with the arrival of a campsite and a cheese dairy. So I wanted to increase the number of possible seatings." An old woman with white hair pulled in to a bun, impeccable in a blue-flowered dress, pulls aside the fly screes and kisses Sonia.