As I was about to take this picture an older man came walking across the road pushing a wheelbarrow full of flowers. We exchanged smiles and he stopped and pointed to the house and then to his chest: "My house!" he said. He beckoned me to follow him through an archway in the stone wall behind me and into the courtyard of a winery. He shouted for a young woman who was busy around the huge stainless steel vats. She spoke a little English and was able to tell me that it was his house and that it was built in the 1700's. The man was very proud and pleased that I wanted to take a picture of his house.