The grandmother started it. Her daughter expanded it. Today a small team of artisans — including Aude, a gifted third-generation craftswoman — carries on the tradition, standing at the same benches, using the same tools, bending wire by feel rather than measurement. They say you can tell a good basket by its sound: the way the wire hums when it’s tensioned correctly.
It is not a factory and never will be. The weavers are a handful of people, many of them neighbors from the village, making a few hundred baskets a year — not a few thousand — because there is no shortcut for hands shaping wire.